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Amy Bdwards, Editor, 472-1766
Lae Rood, Editorial Pate Editor
Jane Hart, Managing Editor
Brandon Loomis, Associate News Editor
Brian Svoboda, Columnist
Bob Nelson, Columnist
Jeff Petersen, Columnist
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Without a message the poster implies that the violent,
ft 9ends & message to the tavern’s potential customers that
I management did not mind those implications.
Steve Schulz, owner of Project Import record store
and musical coordinator for Duffy’s, said the tavern was
I bound by contract to distribute the band’s promotional
I materials. Before the poster was distributed, he said, the
I woman's private ;irea* were obscured with marking
Marking pens were not enough. Nor was Schulz’s ,
1 after-the- fact confession that he found the poster in bad
ft taste. If Schulz found the poster offensive, how did lie
ft think the public would react?
I Schulz said that after talking with the baud he didn’t
ft think the poster was done ‘‘maliciously.1’
I “1 think it was done to get a point across. Their music
I was very disturbing at their poster was very disturbing,” 1
I he said. .
I More disturbing than Schulz’s makeshift rebuttal,
I however,, is his, and Duffy’s, poor judgment and lack of
■ sensitivity for the public,
I Schulz said he plans to bn more selective in the future
■ about what kind of promotional material is distributed.
I Let’s hope so. Senseless, violent and disturbing
I posters are no way to drum up business.
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Student:'I forgot to read Jim’s Journal’
Laying in bed last night I couldn’t
get to sleep. “I’ve forgotten to do
something today,’’ I worried. Then I
remembered that I forgot to read
Jim’s Journal that morning. “I should
share this with others,’ ’ I thought as 1
fell asleep.
Bill Braun
, graduate student
philosophy
Reader: Continue fight against sexism
doo iveison s easy aismissai of
Carol Grail's criticism of the DN’s
female condom story demonstrates
only his inability to recognize that
sexism exists. Rather than patroniz
ing Grell with his irrelevant “make
love not war” statement, I’d like to
suggest that Nelson take a moment to
consider how it might feel to always
. be the one responsible for birth con
trol
Grell never indicates that she's a
man-hater. Nor am I. You don't have
to he a man-hater to hate sexism
In tact, many women are only too
eager to paste themselves on jars to he
judged as objects with pennies (I can
only believe they know not what they
do). None of us are free of sexism; we
can only keep fighting against it by
identifying and tearing down its
foundation.
Nelson's defensiveness shows
only his unwillingness to look at
sexism in his own life. Rather than
attack Grell for her insight, let's go
for the real enemy: sexism.
Lise Osvoid
graduate sitident
education psychology
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Condoms needed in restroom
Private stall offers perfect environment for peaceful pondering
'7 think about you when I go to the
bathroom.”
- Missionary’s Daughter
The Mosquito Coast
restroom is a wonderful place
to think. I’m not sure what
makes it so, but a private stall is
the ideal environment for contempla
tion. I sometimes go just to make
peace wi(h myself.
Like on the Friday before last. I sat
there, depressed and embarrassed,
with my head in my hands, staring
down.
1 was looking at the newspaper
that 1 had sprawled on the floor be
tween my legs. 1 was less-than-satis
fied with my first published piece of
writing, and a passage that should
have walked the thin line between
selectivity and sexism was pushed
over the threshold by hastily chosen
phraseology.
In the heat of the moment, feeling
the pressure of the deadline. I had
made the decision to put it in as-is,
trusting the editors to pull it out at the
last moment if it was really that bad.
'4Why did I do it? I’ve ruined my
life,” I repeated to myself. I had set
myself up for attack by hoards of
hair-trigger feminists. I knew that I
would never again make love to a
woman who was able to read; or a
sorority girl.
As I sat and thought about sealed
fate, I prepared for an impending life
of celibacy. In my mind, the final
chapter of my sexual history had been
written. Never again would I need a
condom.
I began to toy with the idea of
entering the priesthood, but it wasn’t
an option. The only supreme being
that I believe in is Murphy - as in
Murphy’s Law. If anything can so
wrong, it will. And ithad. Life, which
I had viewed as a meaningless se
quence of events between orgasms,
now simply would be a meaning less
sequence of events.
But then, in my darkest hour, my
ear* were filled with the music of a
million angels. An eerie light poured
underneath the partition from the
next stall. The heavenly music faded,
and was replaced by the rolling of
distant thunder.
“Do not despair,” a loud, boom
ing voice commanded.
“God, is that you?”
“Yes, it is I. Murphy that I am --
the one who first spoke the law which
you claim to know so well. What is
the law?”
I answered in my pitiful, mortal
squeak. “If anything can go wrong, it
will. That is the law.”
“You are correct, my child. I have
been watching you in your state of
misery, and it seems as though you do
not truly understand the law.*'
I challenged him. “What is there
to understand? I'll never make love
again!”
“But the law implies that fortune
strikes most often when you are not
prepared to accept it Your pessimis
tic attitude has put you in such a
position, therefore, fortune will strike
you.”
Now, don’t go attacking my belief
system by pointing out inconsisten
cies and contradictions. Beliefs with
out flaws are not beliefs. Mine in
cluded. But I still believe them with
every inch of my fiber.
What God’s message meant to me
wa3 dial Miss Right was probably
standing right outside the bathroom
door, and her hormones probably
were raging.
God concluded, ‘‘You will need
protection when fortune strikes. I
want you to go forth and find a con
dom.”
God left with a whoosh, shaking
the ground for dramatic effect When
the rumble faded, the only sound
remaining was the hissing of th
water pip's. He was nice enough I
flush.
I had been commanded by God
find a condom. This led me to belie'
that God was highly intelligent. (
the popular methods of birth contra
only abstinence ami condoms offere
protection against sexually transmit
ted diseases. They also were the onl
two methods that could be applied b
either partner. Of the two, condom
are the least frustrating.
Unless you’re trying to find one.
was in a residence hall restroom
Condoms do not exist there.
In the buildings that house man
hundreds of sexually active adults
there aren’t any condom vendin
machines.
There should be. Condoms shouk
be where the people are. They shouk
be where the sex is taking place, ant
they should be available at any linrx
of night They should be as close as i
quick run down the hall.
They could be, but they aren’t
The powers that be would rather seei
promising young pair of students
make the decision to proceed au natu
rale.
They feel that providing protec
tion would be endorsing sexual activ
ity. But in reality, sexual activity just
might be curbed. You are the most
lucky when protection is not avail
able. (Proof by Murphy’s Law.)
That is why they arc so desper
ately needed.
I left the restroom in despair that
day, despite my religious experience.
Miss Right was not waiting foi me,
but perhaps that’s just as well. In the
heat of the moment, 1 could not find
protection. ,
However, I did leave with a litue
bit of truth, inspired by Cod:
Restrooms are the perfect place tor
condom machines. Where else could
you be going about your daily routine
when you happen to look down and
mutter, “Say, that reminds me...
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