Being Liberal at Home

A highlight from my experience this break: “You know what they say . . . if you’re young and not a liberal, you have no heart; if you’re old and not a conservative, you have no brain.”

I’m sure many of you have experienced similar levels of condescension recently, especially considering the fact that Winter Break was, for many, the first time we have seen our families since the election.

Being liberal at Brown? No big deal. I mean, it’s Brown. Being liberal at home, however . . .

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Snow day for all

In case you didn’t hear the girl screaming “You get a snow day! You get a snow day! We all get a snow day!” like she was Oprah from a deck on Angell St this afternoon, Brown University has cancelled classes for Thursday February 9. A collective sigh from all those with Thursday Orgo lab could also be heard across campus.

Sure, the long-anticipated email was sent before a single snowflake had even fallen from the sky. But the snow-gods had preordained a day of frolicking through the Main Green, sledding on stolen Ratty trays and sipping spiked hot cocoa. To quote Russell Carey, executive vice president of planning and policy, in his mass-email, “The highest intensity snow accumulations and high winds are anticipated during the day tomorrow.”

So like the snow, get intense, Brown U. And by intense, I mean put on your fuzziest pajamas and catch up on the Bachelor episode you missed this Monday (spoilerz: Corinne is still Corinne). Also, maybe send a valentine Russell Carey’s way, because you know you hadn’t even started that big assignment due tomorrow.

But in fact, there are two sacrifices we must make for this holiest of snow-filled sabbaths. First, the Brown Daily Herald will not run a paper. Second, Jo’s will not be open for hot cocoa drunchies. 

 (The Blog Daily Herald does not condone under-aged spiked hot cocoa sipping)

Secret Leaked: Young Thug to perform at Spring Weekend

Young Thug will be performing at Spring Weekend this year. How do we know? Young Thug briefly created a Facebook event for his Brown tour before taking it down.

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The same thing happened with Waka Flocka last year. The Brown Concert Agency hasn’t formally announced Young Thug’s visit yet, but it looks like the secret’s out!

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What if Madonna said she was going to blow up the White House, what would you do?

Yes, folks, this is a real question that Jesse Watters asked a student standing outside of J. Walter Wilson Wednesday afternoon. I can only imagine what the student in question would have had the capacity to do, given such a hypothetical. Call Madonna on her personal cell and implore her not to? Watch her 80s era music videos backwards hoping to uncover some sort of communist-sympathizing messages of subliminal indoctrination? Who knows.

Watters was also observed asking a student, whose head was covered by a winter scarf, for their name. When the student refused to answer the query, Watters pressed further. “Why is your face covered? What are you hiding?” The student’s sustained silence did not dissuade the camera crew from keeping their cameras trained on them for a minute or more as the student greeted passing friends with whispers, stifled by the trained lens.

This student has said that they were leading an effort to tell other students not to engage with Watters, that their words would only be twisted by editing. They recruited friends to observe the camera crew via text message and disrupted interviews by repeating the narrative of earlier events. Earlier, the Watters crew had gone into a restaurant on Thayer. The students went in after to have lunch. The crew proceeded to photograph the students and mime photo-taking gestures at them until the student felt compelled to ask the waitstaff to intercede.

After the meal, Watters’ crew took photographs of the student’s receipt in order to capture personal information that the students had declined to disclose. This maneuver prompted the student to reach out to campus administrators, urging them to stand up for students whose images were being captured without consent. The student expressed frustration at the lack of an expedient response saying, “Either they don’t understand the gravity of the situation … or this University will always place its public image over the physical and practical well-being of its students.”

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The Watters crew can be seen here walking along with the scarved student (carrying white bag)

Murmurs from the crowd formed a coherent inquiry: “What are they doing here? It’s only the first day of school?” When one student asked a cameraman what their purpose there was, the man replied, “medicinal toxicity.” If that were so, Alpert seems like a more appropriate location for their queries, but who knows.


The Watters crew was observed interviewing another student about classes and ideas surrounding the concept of “toxic masculinity.” At one point, Watters told the student that their masculinity was “pure.” The student interviewed called the line of questioning counterproductive and lacking nuance.

Intermittent Signals

The sun lit up her bedroom as its rays shone through the thin white curtains covering the windows, but all Elizabeth’s mother could feel was an unrelenting chill in the air. The heater was on, she was wrapped in a thick blanket, the room was bright; yet it felt impossible to disentangle herself from the sheets.

She stretched her arm out and felt a patch of cold–her husband had left for work ages ago, taking his warmth with him. Feelings of abandonment, loneliness, and bitterness seemed to cloud her thoughts all at once, feelings that had felt too familiar recently. Most mornings were filled with the promise of a meaningful day ahead. Most afternoons flew by without her realizing the hours were passing. And most nights were spent with a smile on her face in good company. But days like today existed too; they came in waves. The mornings were cold, the afternoons spent counting every hour, the nights quiet and devoid of interaction.

Her throat constricted more and more as she allowed herself to sink into her misery. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes, the first tears she had shed in months, and she wasn’t even entirely sure why they had decided to make an appearance. They flowed out slowly at first, until all of a sudden she found herself sobbing into her pillow, leaving streaks of eyeliner from the night before across its white cover. She laid there covering her face for what felt like hours, her body exhausted from crying so hard. It wasn’t until she felt the vibration of her phone coming from under her pillow until she quickly sat up, wiped away the tear tracks still on her cheeks, and hastily answered the call.

“Hello?” She could barely recognize her own voice. It was an huskier than usual. It sounded unnatural, forced.

“Hey mom. Just thought I’d call to see what you’ve been up to,” Elizabeth spoke into the phone. For the first time, talking to her daughter seemed to only make her feel worse. It was a reminder of how far away she was, and of how much everything had changed since she left. She felt more than ever that the people around her were moving on to the next chapters of their lives, and she was still trying to figure out what page she was on.

“I’m great! It’s been a busy morning,” she heard herself say dishonestly. “I can’t wait for you to come home.” She added this last bit and meant every word. Things would be better with Elizabeth home. Things would feel normal again.

The conversation didn’t last long. She couldn’t bring herself to admit to Elizabeth that she really wasn’t okay today, and she couldn’t bring herself to keep up any lie that indicated otherwise. She hung up the phone exasperated with herself. She needed to snap out of it–but for now, she threw herself back onto the bed and squeezed her eyes shut, already counting down the hours until the end of the day.

Insomnia coming to Thayer!

Break out your stretchy eating pants, Brown U, because if it hasn’t hit you already, here comes the Freshman 15. INSOMNIA COOKIES, the rad cookie bakery that delivers late night treats to people in need of some serious snacks, is going to bless Thayer with its presence. (Weren’t we just wishing for this?)

To the chagrin of our waistlines but to the delight of our hearts and mouths, Insomnia will be up and running from its new home at 307 Thayer (right across from the post office) early in the spring semester of 2017. Late night study sessions will never be the same.