Bullshit Corner February

You know what’s bullshit? I’m now a senior and I’ve spent a shitload of my time at Colgate waiting for people to get out of my goddamn way. To all you assholes out there guilty of holding people up on a daily basis, here are three things you can do to prevent people from wanting to burn a fucking effigy of your face.

  1. Stop acting like a fool at Slices. Listen up, dickholes. I know you’re drunk. I know you’re high. I know you think that makes you hot shit. But I hope you know everyone hates you. I guarantee the Slices lady hates you. I hate you, and I’m drunk too. The difference is, despite my blackoutness, I’m acting like a normal person and I don’t mind elbowing dumbasses in the balls/boob to get to my pizza. I only have three more months to enjoy my favorite food on the planet (I’m not being hyperbolic, I went abroad and nothing compares to Slices) and I have zero patience for your incredibly pathetic bullshit. Give the woman your money, take your pizza, and for god’s sake get the FUCK out of my way. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee I won’t verbally cut a bitch before graduation.  

 

  1. Have your PARCEL!!!!!!! email and your Gate Card ready when you pick up your package. If you’re that asshole who gets to the front of the package line and then says “hold on” while you scroll through your emails to figure out in which shelf/bucket/corner of the mailroom your package is located, you honestly don’t deserve a diploma from this “institution of higher learning” because you’re just straight up unprepared to live in the world as a human, let alone an adult. Get your fucking shit together.  

 

3. Shut the fuck up in the library. The amount of time I have spent glaring at people in the library waiting for them to stop using their waste of a voice box is unreal.  You idiots don’t understand that I’m trying to not fail my classes, but I have no choice but to listen to the stupid and often private bullshit you’re prattling on and on about: Your fuck buddy doesn’t want to hook up anymore so you went from being smitten to hating his/her evil guts? Why are you broadcasting this to the entire second floor instead of acting like a normal person? (i.e. crying to your best friend but acting like you don’t care in public.) Take a fucking lap and go to the Chapel House for a cookie and some quiet time.  

Bullshit Corner: October 2015

As a recent graduate of this fine institution, I thought my bullshitting days were over.

Long gone were overpriced, mediocre food options, incompetent staff & peers, and
a bureaucracy so deep and wretched, it reminded some of the current career or uterine tract of Miley Cyrus. I could finally be at peace…until the first hour after graduation when I received an email asking for money so I could be part of the “Presidents’ Club” and you know what, that’s a low hanging sack of bullshit. Hell, it’s horseshit.

You think after acquiring four years of debt which will no doubt lead me to sell plasma, a kidney, and my left nut before the age of 26, I want to give you more of my fucking money? Hell, take some out of my parking ticket fund, which at the time of my graduation was able to fund a full semester’s tuition. Do you really think I want to be a part of your candy-ass, elitist, brown-nosing, scone-eating motherfucking club? Fuck no.

I mean, I like scones as much as the next guy, but not with assholes like you. I’ve seen you walk around with your President’s Club stickers and attend all your free bullshit and I don’t want any part of that tom-fuckery. Why do you even need a title to it, Presidents’ Club? I know roughly 75% of Colgate’s campus has a dream to be a rich asshole like their Pa, but come on, that’s the best you motherfuckers could come up with? Not the “Suck My Koch Society” or “Shit the Proletariat Says.” I mean jeez, at least be creative with your thievery of money to spend on bullshit events. I gave enough to this school, at least give some fucking time to pick up the sad sack of shit that is my bank account from the methadone clinic and take it to a Malibu rehab facility. $100 may not be a lot to you, but fuck, that’s 20 meals from Chipotle if I split it right. Asking recent grads for money to become part of some half-assed “special” club is bullshit.

Bullshit Corner: December 2015

One of the most serious injustices at Colgate is the problem of brown bags. Technically, a brown bag is an event—such as a lecture or panel discussion—during lunchtime with food provided.

The problem is, certain assholes have started holding “brown bags” with no food. Not only is this a huge steaming pile of bullshit, it’s also an egregious violation of the proletariat’s right to fair compensation for their work. Any dipshit who has considered stabbing themselves in the eyeball in an econ class or has been cruelly forced to read The Communist Manifesto understands that this is a gross caricature of a simple bartering system: we agree to come listen to your speaker drone on about conflicts in the Middle East or the campus climate or sustainability, and you give us food. Without the food part, it’s just fucked up.

While it is true that many of these so-called “brown bags” without food are run by student organizations who may not have enough funds to provide it, that does not mean they should be allowed to exploit the rest of the student body like we are their personal serfs. Have some empathy, you fuckers. Some might argue that these groups’ false advertising is a smart and effective entrepreneurial strategy. No it’s not, it’s fucking bullshit.

Since this is a liberal arts institution, however, we need to analyze this until we want to drown ourselves. So let’s take a look at the more complicated and nuanced assholery that support this larger system of bullshit. Even when brown bags do provide food, it’s oftentimes bullshit.

First, there’s the problem of access. Do not place the food in a corner of the room where a latecomer has to literally step on backpacks and hands and faces to get to it. That forces the poor starving soul to stand in the corner and listen to the lecture, because they can’t get to the food without being a disruptive asshole, and they can’t leave because they’ll be seen as a rude, apathetic asshole. It’s a lose-lose situation, and the worst part

of this is the low blood sugar-stricken victim can usually smell the food’s delicious odor wafting across the room. It’s fucking inhumane.

Second, some skeezy student groups on campus (cough cough Konosioni cough cough) have been holding brown bags with food provided by Chartwells. Yeah, Chartwells may or may not make food that is one iota better than the food Sodexo made, but that doesn’t mean you can use it to feed your brown bag. (Side note: it’s common fucking sense

to provide the appropriate cutlery and it’s bullshit to expect me to eat a chicken breast with only a fork.) Anyways, seniors have already finished their dining hall food indentured servitude and expect to be fed actual good food from downtown. I personally have had the unpleasant experience of skipping my daily laxative because I was expecting to be fed Main Moon, only to be horrified when I realized the “brown bag” I was attending provided a bowl of halfheartedly crushed plain-ass chickpeas they were trying to pass of as hummus. If seniors want to eat Chartwells, they’re going to text their respective GroupMes and terrorize an underclassman until the youngster hands over their Gate Card. They’re not going to come to your fucking bullshit brown bag.