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Will you live with me?

As I was picking the tomatoes out of the tomato-bean-corn-random-sauce-weird-white-vegetable-mix at the salad bar in the cafeteria, I began eavesdropping on a conversation two girls standing beside me were having.

“Where were you a few minutes ago? I tried to find you for lunch,” asked one of them.

“Oh, we were in Julia’s room with the door closed,” the other explained. “We didn’t want anyone to know we were in there.”

“Why not?”

“We were talking about the living situation.”

“Ohh,” said the first girl, with a sigh of total understanding. “It was a secret meeting.”

Every person in Upper Rez seems to have the same New Year’s resolution: find someone to live with. In fact, this seems to be the hottest topic of discussion for every student living in residence. Where in the beginning of the year, the trite question was “Where are you from?” and “What program are you in?”, the oh-so-crucial query of “Who are you living with?” seems to have taken its place.

“That’s all I hear,” says B.J. Leipsic, a first-year student in Upper Rez.

“‘Who are you living with?’ or ‘Who aren’t you living with?'” adds Hart Stitz, Leipsic’s roomie-to-be.

These questions are causing much stress, anxiety and awkwardness among residents, who are all attempting, in some way or another, to negotiate living arrangement plans for next year. The question everyone keeps asking is, “Who should I live with?”

Finding a match

Before you can get engaged for what is likely to be a three-year marriage with roommates, you need to find a fiancé, or in many cases, fiancés. The first thing you need to decide is whether you want to live with someone you just met (meaning an engagement with a person you’ve known for four months or less), or with someone you knew pre-McGill.

Living with someone you know means you won’t get any after-move-in surprises, since you are likely to already be aware of all their weird and annoying habits. You can usually be more certain of your compatibility.

For many students in Upper Rez, however, this is not an option, meaning many will inevitably choose to live with someone they’ve only recently met. The dilemma then becomes finding the perfect mate. Many choose to live with those they’ve gotten closest to.

“They’re the two people I spend the most time with so it seemed like the logical thing to do,” says Leigh O’Neil, who has decided to move in with her two best friends in residence.

But living with best friends may not always be the wisest thing to do. Jordanna Kapeluto, who lives in O’Neil’s building, has decided against living with many of the friends she’s made at school.

“I get along well with the person I’m living with,” she explains. “We have similar living styles; we’re similar people. There are other people who are great friends but I can’t see myself living with them.”

The consensus is that, before considering your friendship with a potential roomie, you must first consider your living compatibility and habits. If you also happen to be the best of friends, then it’s a bonus, but it shouldn’t be your primary concern.

So how does one find a person with similar habits? The first place to look is on your own floor. Natalie Andrusiak of Molson Hall has decided to live with people from her floor purely because she knows she can live with them.

“We’re pretty much living with each other now; we see each other everyday,” she shares. “On the whole, nothing’s really changing.”

Erica Bernstein, who lives on the same floor, is also choosing to live with her immediate neighbours for a simple reason.

“We live together now and I know we don’t fight,” she explains, adding that she also knows she can share clothes with her selected roommates.

So it seems the floor is the popular place to pick up roommates. But what about those who aren’t so fortunate and aren’t having luck with the floor? The trick is to ask around, be they friends on other floors, in other buildings, out of rez or even people you don’t know who are looking for roomies.

Full house

The dilemma doesn’t stop at the decision about who to live with, but also includes the question of how many to live with. Here, the jury is split.

“Two is a good number,” upholds Leipsic. “With three, one person is left out, and four is just a mess.”

Grayson Barke, who lives four floors above him, disagrees.

“The more you live with, the better, because the less the cost.”

My rules work as follows:

Two in an apartment: You better know this person super well and be sure you get along with them because there ain’t nobody to rescue you.

Three: Third wheel. In any situation there’s always someone excluded. Just be prepared for constant team switching.

Four: an ideal number. Too many people for there to be anyone left out, but not enough people for it to be chaotic. Plus, when you get sick of one person, you can surely find another to play with.

Saying “I do”

This seems to be the hardest for most students. The easiest way seems to be the casual approach. O’Neil’s engagement became official when her two best friends and her were talking about moving out of rez and one of them just said, “Why don’t we all live together?”

Kappeleto, too, went for the casual approach:

“I just said, ‘I have a place in the works. Would you be interested?'”

Another U0 student, who asked to remain anonymous, didn’t even have to bother with planning an approach:

“I never said anything. It was implied. One of us just said one day, ‘We need to start looking for a place.'”

However you decide to ask, be prepared that you may not get the answer you want or the proposee may need time to think it over. If someone can’t live with you, it doesn’t mean they can’t be friends with you, so don’t take it personally. And there are no guarantees that they won’t break off the proposal. At this time of year, more than one suitor may be pursuing your roommate of choice, so all you can do is hope. Or, you can do as Bernstein and her roommates-to-be did: pinkie-swear on it.

There’s always divorceFinding a roommate shouldn’t be as stressful as residents make it out to be. It’s true things may not work out if you choose the wrong roommate, but the risk is necessary in a situation where you’ve only known people a mere four months. It’s impossible to be sure; you’ve got to take a chance. And if, once you move in, it doesn’t end up working, just remember: there’s always divorce.

Features

Sex Games

On average, Canadians have sex 150 times a year, placing us fourth in the world. From that initial come-hither glance to the frustrating rules and the gratifying end, the McGill Tribune explores our obsession with one of the nation’s favourite pastimes.

You gots to be a playa, man” proclaims Master P. The real one, that is, of the album The Ghetto is Trying to Kill Me fame, not this one–as much as I would like to refer to myself as ‘master’–though rent in the McGill Ghetto may very well kill me. This P-Diddy, however, has seen all too well the effects of self-professed ‘players’ at work on their favourite pastime.

Inevitably, this gives rise to the question of whether sex is indeed a game.

Magazines such as Sports Illustrated and their legendary swimsuit issues suggest that women can be considered a sport to be played. References are made in everyday conversation to ‘winning over’ one’s lover. Sex is seen as the objective end to a game for the ‘playboy’ who ‘conquers’ his prey. A night out on the town with the boys finds many of them preoccupied with getting lucky and ‘scoring’.

“[Such language] reflects a traditional attitude that sex involves a conquest: a predatory, sexually aroused male getting his way with a reluctant, chaste female,” observes Dr. Charles Boberg, an assistant professor in McGill’s Linguistics department. He believes that the language a society uses about sex reflects its attitude towards it.

“To some extent, this is a cultural construction of traditional western European society; it also reflects a biological fact, being that male sexual excitement and aggression is a precondition for intercourse, whereas female excitement is not,” asserts Boberg.

Cultural historians, scientists, game theorists, philosophers and economists have long pondered and debated the qualifying conditions of a game. Noted German game designer Wolfgang Kramer defined it, however, as being made up of several components: a goal, rules, competition, and moderated by the underlying truism that the course of the game is never certain, as chance gets its say.

The goal of the game of sex appears to be fairly obvious.

“Sex, as perceived by most people, is very goal-oriented,” notes Tara McKee, a workshop facilitator at Good for Her, a Toronto-based sex shop that holds seminars on topics relating to sex and sexuality. “You have to get to orgasm, you need to give the best blow-job.” While she disagrees with this school of thought and prefers to think of sex as a journey, she says it is hard to change prevailing attitudes and work the angle that sex should not be mission-oriented.

It appears as though societal pressures have reduced the act of sex to purely quantitative measures. Over breakfast with the girls after a wild night of the horizontal tango, the questions of how big, how long–time, that is, you perverts–and how good are unavoidable.

“In society, women are considered the holders of sexuality. They’re withholding it from men and men have to get it. It’s about achieving her,” says McKee. “There are a lot of games happening between couples. Women will play into [this view] and try to hold sex from men, and then men will try to get it.”

Beyond the physical, however, the psychological goal of the game is often ambiguous and personal. Validation of self-worth and confirmation of ability and prowess are but two of them.

Rules of the game, another qualifying condition according to Kramer, seem to have permeated Western consciousness with regards to sex. Self-help pundits for women advocate mind games, encouraging women to abide by standard rules in order to get their man. One only needs to look at the success of the Ellen Fein and Sherri Schneider duo, authors of the New York Times No. 1 bestseller The Rules: Time Tested Secrets for Capturing the Heart of Mr. Right, to realize people seek rigidity and structure in this often-confusing game. Rules seminars and workshops conducted by the authors have become increasingly popular.

Rule No. 5, according to Fein and Schneider, is “Don’t call him and rarely return his calls.” These rules have been criticized as a hindrance to gender equality, as they reinforce negative sexual stereotypes. Leaving such contention aside, however, the success of this desperate-single-woman gospel confirms that people actively seek and want to be guided by such rules, in the hopes that it will increase their chances of success in the game. Anyone who has seen Swingers knows that the wait-three-days-before-calling rule has become something of a tenet in the realm of dating. Loathe those that adhere to such rules? Don’t hate the player, hate the game.

Competition rears its head in the form of all the pretty people out at the bar. Primping and priming for a big date is not alien to most. With the final goal in mind, the path may be uncertain, but an overriding principle stands out: you gotta look good to get there.

“I dress up when I go out clubbing,” shares Jen, a U1 Arts student. “Everybody else is and you don’t want to just be another face in the crowd. You want to stand out.”

Finally, toss in a dash of fate for good measure and all the conditions for a game have been satisfied. As every player or playette worth his or her little black book knows, the locus of control isn’t always within one’s reach and, like it or not, luck will take its course. And what do the games themselves reveal about their participants?

“All games require at least some degree of abstract intelligence, while many also require sophistication, judgement, creativity, or a combination of these,” says game inventor and President of Polymath Systems Kevin Langdon.

A certain level of sophistication certainly distinguishes the average Joe from a smooth-talking Don Juan. Creativity shines through in such charming pick-up lines as “Are you a parking ticket? Because you got fine-fine-fine written all over you” or “I wish you were a carousel at Wal-Mart so I could ride you all day long for just a quarter.” Judgement calls require some brainwork–was she winking at me or does she have something in her contact?

It seems sex has literally become a game in some senses with role-playing, fetishism and dressing up all becoming the norm.

The playing of games is a defining character of man, notes Langdon. “Thus, [games] have come to occupy a prominent place among the metaphors which have been employed for human life.”

Some men may define their masculinity in terms of how they play the game and their results from engaging in it. Each woman is perceived as another notch on his belt of machismo.

The quest to find the trophy husband or wife consumes some once they feel they’ve hit their marrying prime. The lament “I’m too old for this game [of dating]” is heard and the goal then shifts to one of marriage and the quest for Mr. or Mrs. Right begins. Indeed, the success of Bridget Jones’ Diary suggests a collective desire to be a ‘smug married’ rather than a ‘shameful singleton’. Attainment of this revised goal then becomes validation of ourselves and the mate with whom we end up, which is a reflection of our own efforts.

“Sex games are as dangerous as playing cards,” asserts Fareed Ramezani, a second-year Political Science student at Concordia University. “You might sporadically play and that’s fine, but then you might get carried away and, before you know it, you’ve become addicted to gambling.”

Is sex a game of seduction? Or does it run deeper and become a precarious game of conquest? It boils down to a person’s expectations of the game and motivations for playing it.

“Sex is a game of Risk,” said Christian McGuire, U1 Management. “Through the chaotic battlefield of desire, one collects trophies and conquers the world.” On the front lines, people get hurt and hearts get trampled on. As individuals struggle to make sense of the seemingly arbitrary and senseless rules of the game of dating and sex, frustrations can run high.

Between rules, mind games and playing hard-to-get, we’re all equally confused and thus concede to playing the game in order to try and make sense of our own desires, organize our actions and maximize our chances of ‘winning’. Bottom line? Don’t player hate, participate.

Opinion

Digital culture

Moving away from home for the first time triggered something inside my mind. As a Freshman, a sense of loss washed over me, and this sorrow manifested itself into a bizarre syndrome, an inexplicable dependency, a mind-boggling complex.

A small fish in an increasingly bigger pond, I yearn for communication with those I left behind. Technology, in the form of e-mail, presents the perfect solution for my need of maintaining those invaluable connections.

I’ll be the first to admit it. I need my e-mail. Yeah, that’s right. I am addicted to my e-mail.

When a long hard day at school had gotten to me, I decide to seek solace in my faithful HP Pavilion 7940. On instinct, I opened Internet Explorer and went straight to the Hotmail website. This daily ritual has become second nature to me, a habit as necessary as my mid-day nap. I logged in, and as I waited for the page to load, I felt the anticipation and excitement building up inside of me.

The familiar mix of Hotmail blues and whites greeted me and my eyes immediately shot to the left side of the page, holding my breath. The ‘1 new’ beside my Inbox sent a wave of ecstasy through my body. Somebody loves me!

Impatiently, I scrolled to the bottom of the page. “Hi, I miss you!” was the subject of the latest addition to my mail. I was beside myself! I clicked on it to read the message, expecting to be greeted with warm sentiments of well-wishing and inquiries about my new life. Instead, what met my eyes were bold neon letters: “FREE HARDCORE PORN” and “COME AND GET IT.”

I was crushed. Duped again! It felt like someone had ripped my heart out, chewed on it, ground it up into pieces, and then spit on it. Disappointment was the order of the day.

These spammers are cold and ruthless. They prey on the pathetic nature of people like myself, and manipulate our feelings in a form or ruthless guerilla marketing.

And I have had enough.

I refuse to forward another e-mail. I think my sex life will be just fine, thank you. I do not care for the new wardrobe GAP will send me. Oh, of course the offer is valid – the President of GAP obviously typed and signed the e-mail himself.

Yes, I am cruel and cold-hearted, for I will not pass this on so that all the starving children of the world will receive $100 each from God. I am sorry about your ‘poor son Jimmie’ with a rare case of whatever disease you have conjured up, but I doubt sending this on will raise funds for The Foundation of Jimmie’s Rare Disease.

My friends know I love them, I do not need to forward e-mails with horrid poems with AABBCC rhyme schemes that my English teacher would cringe at, and which end in “xoxo hUgGLiEs n sNuGgLiEs xoxo.” I doubt my crush will notice me if I send this to 1-5 people, kiss me if I send it to 6-10, go steady with me if I send it to 11-15, or marry me should this reach 16-20 people.

I have had my share of cartoon porn and, call me crazy, but Bart Simpson and Fred Flinstone in provocative positions really do nothing for me. Oh, and those darn personality quizzes have just devastated me. Question 5 asks whether I prefer the Backstreet Boys or N’Sync, and since I answered neither, it has been concluded that I am neither cool nor popular. Drat. And I am sorry to burst your bubble, but world peace will not come about simply by forwarding an e-mail petition with 5000 typed names to the King of the World. Ditto for world hunger.

Furthermore, I am eighteen years old. I do not need to look 10 years younger, or “turn back the clock and turn up the energy now,” no matter how many exclamation marks you tack onto the end of that. I am not worried about my wrinkles or my cellulite, and I think I’ll pass on the “rejuvenate every cell in your body and soul” offer. Heck, I didn’t even know my soul had cells.

I do not need my debt consolidated, nor do I have any desire to see pictures of prepubescent girls. And for the record, mammals and midgets posing with them aren’t appealing incentives to me.

As for a revealing and accurate glimpse into my future for the extraordinary price of $3.99 a minute? I just may have to pass. And last time I checked, the size of my penis was just fine so I doubt I will need to increase it by 10 inches, but thank you for your concern.

Then again…social status, a styling new wardrobe, the unconditional love of the object of my affection, the chance to save the world, and not to mention never-ending happiness do seem rather appealing.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if I hit the ‘Forward’ button…what have I got to lose? Morals shmorals…who’s it going to hurt anyway, it’s just another forward.

Opinion

Ain’t nothing but a P thang: Love me, validate me, confirm and poke me

Jared had Subway. Fergie had Jenny Craig. I, Panthea Lee, have the Facebook. Just as those above institutions changed the lives of J-Money and F-Train, the Facebook has transformed the life of yours truly. (Note: for those poor, deprived souls that know not of what I speak, go to Thefacebook.com and prepare to see the light.) Before the Facebook, I led a shameful existence. With a none too attractive visage and a horrible memory for names and faces, I was destined for social ruin. The appearances thing I couldn’t do so much about-fret not, I’m not one of those ugly folk that tell themselves it’s what’s inside that counts; I know no one wants to befriend a fugly. With the Facebook, this is no longer a problem.

My profile page showcases an image of myself that is Photoshopped to perfection-you’d be surprise what the blur tool can do. This allows me to trick beautiful people-yes, even ugly people don’t want to be friends with other visual horrors-into “confirming” me as a friend. Once they have been duped into becoming one of my Internet pals, they feel obliged to smile back when I see them out and about. And I milk this for all it’s worth. Finally, to have friends! Okay, fine, “friends” may be stretching it. Finally, not being glared down when I say hi to others… it feels great!

For those gracious individuals that were willing to look beyond physical appearances-God bless their souls-I still could not befriend them in my pre-Facebook days, for I have an atrocious memory. I would stare blankly at those who said hi to me on the streets, and wrack my brain trying to figure out where I knew them from, but my attempts were always in vain. Ensuing conversation was always extremely awkward. Today, when such incidents occur, I can simply run home and enlist the help of the almighty Facebook. I can browse through the thousands of mug shots on the site until I find the person who said hi to me.

Then, the next time I see the individual in question, instead of stammering something about hating the weather and having too much work (yawn), I can come out with gems such as, “Why Hector, it is just marvelous to see you! How are you doing these days? Say, how is that Physiology 517 Artificial Organs class you’re taking? Your birthday is coming up in three days, isn’t it? Will I be invited to your party? What’s that you say? We don’t really know each other? That’s no problem… we both love Radiohead and Pink Floyd, what else do you need?”

The Facebook has done wonders for my social life. Instead of being some random awkward girl, I have now reached a new level of the social ladder: I am now known as that creepy girl who prowls the Facebook and knows way too much information about you.

For the Facebook naysayer, I say get off your high horse and join the party. “The Facebook is just a popularity contest, it’s just about showing off the number of friends you have,” cry the too-cool-for-Facebook crowd. Oh, how wrong you are. The Facebook is not about showing off the number of friends you have; rather, it is about showing off just how pushy and creepy you can be. It is about proving your resourcefulness in tracking down every single person with whom you have ever crossed paths. The girl who shared a couch with you in the crowded Shatner lounge, or perhaps the guy you saw at BDP the other night who’s friends with the brother of that girl who lived with you in Rez… they’re all fair game. They all want to validate you, to boost your friend count, and to inflate your ego.

So, my fellow ugly and socially awkward brothers and sisters, our day has arrived. The Facebook is our chance to overcome discrimination and join the ranks of individuals with friends, so make good use of it. I wish you the best of luck in scamming some friends for yourself and, remember, creepy is the new cool.

Student Life

Sexy Stats: the science of love

Ladies, be coquettish and coy and play hard-to-get. Men, wait three days before calling. From Sex and the City to Seinfeld to Swingers, people today are bombarded by rules as to what to do, how to do it, and when to do it when it comes to dating, that game we all love to hate. But what actually works? Research shows that playing hard-to-get will make you a person who’s hard-to-like. Wait… could it be? Is it possible that people don’t like mixed signals? Shocking.

So take off your lucky underwear-we like it when you go commando, anyway-and lend science your ear. How can it improve your chances for scoring? Ignore those damn Rules and other such hogwash, the Trib, is here to set matters straight.

Braggin’ rights. Guys place more importance on youthfulness and physical attractiveness than their female counterparts when choosing a partner (those shallow bastards!), while girls are more focused on the vocational status, earning potential, kindness, and other emotional appeals of a man (okay, so our interests are piqued by the scent of money but, hey, at least we’re sensitive gold-diggers).

And we’ve caught on to what the opposite sex likes. Men display their “marketable” resources by bragging about their strength, athleticism, and sexual prowess, while women are more apt to display physical cues like wearing make-up and stylin’ threads.

At least you now know what to flaunt.

Pray for good genes. Gals like their arm candy to be, on average, six inches taller than they are, while men prefer women approximately four-and-a-half inches shorter than themselves. Men prefer women with an hourglass figure, as studies show that men are more attracted to those women with a waist-to-hip ratio between 0.6 and 0.7 (thin is so not in. Case in point: Kate Moss has a waist-to-hip ratio of 0.4.). It has also been found that women prefer men with a waist-to-hip ratio of about 0.9, implying a trim waistline.

Cross-cultural studies demonstrate consistency as to what female facial features are deemed attractive to men. It was found that females with larger eyes, a greater distance between eyes, slender noses, narrow faces, small chins, high and expressive eyebrows, large lower lips, high cheek bones, as well as a well-groomed, full head of hair were deemed more attractive. The things those crazy scientists say-as if men don’t like bald women. What will they come up with next?

Men prefer girls with a strong jaw, and both sexes preferred men with more feminine features. Symmetry also plays a huge part in physical attractiveness as both overall physical symmetry and facial symmetry were viewed as appealing to both men and women. Women prefer men with a larger upper body. So yeah, plastic surgery, anyone?

Aunt Flo = Cupid? A study where men were asked to smell T-shirts worn by women at varying stages of their menstrual cycle and rate their odours found that the odours of ovulating women consistently ranked much higher than those who were not. So perhaps it is not a curse, but a blessing instead.

A woman’s body may also undergo minor physical changes during ovulation. For example, soft tissues, such as those found in the ears and breasts, become more symmetrical, and waist-to-hip ratios tend to decline. A woman’s complexion is at its lightest and the skin also becomes aglow during ovulation. This is what is biologically deemed as attractive-think of what women strive to look like when they apply blush or lipstick, or seek breast implants: they are mimicking what they would look like during ovulation.

Who knew? Our monthly visit from our annoying little friend is like a monthly makeover from a helpful little matchmaker.

First impressions matter, so be a copycat. The initial meeting is crucial for relationship bliss-if you make a bad first impression, it takes 11 subsequent good impressions to offset the initial mishap. What’s more, evidence suggests that first impressions can be made subconsciously in as little as seven seconds. After this initial contact, individuals will confirm and establish a positive relationship generally within five minutes of being with another. Now that’s pressure. What’s a blubbering, klutzy, yet oh-so-horny individual to do?

The chameleon effect can work wonders. On your next date, mimic the postures, mannerisms and facial expressions of the object of your desire. Ultimately, mimicry has been found to promote the ease of interactions and increase your likeability. In fact, studies show that it can be predicted whether or not a couple will leave a bar together based on the synchronization of their movements.

Talk less, make bedroom eyes more. Studies show that only seven per cent of what a person takes away from a conversation comes from the words that are spoken, 38 per cent of meaning is derived from the way the words are articulated, while an astonishing 55 per cent of meaning is conveyed in facial expressions. Moreover, it has been found that nonverbal signaling is far more instrumental than other factors, such as physical attractiveness, in getting a man’s attention.

This means that ugly, boring people do still have a chance! Our advice? Don’t talk much, just wink repeatedly while pointing to your crotch region.

But what does it mean? Non-verbal communication can reveal lots about how a date is going. Guys who are interested in a partner touch them to convey care, conviction, sensitivity, and strength. Girls, on the other hand, are more likely to touch people to display property rights, those possessive demons. If a man leans back and touches his hair, it implies that he is not interested.

Women are more adept at decoding these cues as it has been consistently found that men are quite ignorant in reading body language. Does this come as a surprise to anyone?

Girls are also more likely to make the first move in a social environment through subtle movements such as standing near their potential prey. Conversations between men and women generally only begin after a female has acknowledged a man. Evidence suggests that women first display interest through eye contact followed by immediately looking away from their target. Subsequently, they are likely to lower their head slightly and cast another glance towards the individual. Coy. And hot. We approve.

Okay, so we guess these rules are not that much better than standard dating folklore. If you’re going to get plastic surgery just to get that 0.6 waist-to-hip ratio, perfect the first seven seconds of any meeting, and work on blinking at the exact same time as your date, you might as well wait three days before calling. But then again, what do we know.

SOURCES: Buss, D.M. The Evolution of Desires. (2003, Basic Books); Prager, K. The Psychology of Intimacy. (1995, Guildford Press).

 

Opinion

Ain’t nothin’ but a P Thang – “You have mail” and other horror stories

My mother always told me that “hate” was a very strong word. And I agree. Today, I no longer hate liver, I just intensely dislike it. I no longer hate my life; I only wish it were different. Completely different. Heck, I no longer hate Graham Jacobs, though I wish I could smash his conceited little face into a billion pieces and then send the smithereens to that new skank he’s dating. See, I am mature now.

However, there is one hate that I have never gotten over: my hatred of technology. Oh, technology. How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.

You reconnect me with the ghosts of my pathetic past. I ain’t no Scrooge, and I sure as hell don’t need to be haunted by the evils of yesteryear. The Facebook, however, doesn’t seem to understand this. Last week, I got an e-mail informing me that I had a friend awaiting confirmation. Who is it, but Krystal Jones from 10th grade. The nerve! This is the very girl who said I could only be her friend if I let her copy my English homework every week. How dare she try and use me today as just another name in her pursuit of plastic popularity? Oh, Facebook, why must you remind me of my traumatizing past?

You expose me for the asshole I really am. MSN Geeks will be the ruin of me. For those backstabbers not in the know, take note. This is a Web site that allows people to check who has deleted them off their MSN Messenger list. Friendships will be marred and hell will break loose. Case in point: my friend Gertrude (names have been changed to protect the identities of the snubbed and mortified) got deleted by best friend Hortense. Cue Jerry Springer-esque “oooh.” Not only that, Hortense just got hitched and Gertrude was her maid of honour. I know! Can you believe it? After hearing this tragic story of treachery, I decided to try the site out for myself. My list was nothing scandalous. Folks that had me deleted were friends that I haven’t seen since Saved by the Bell was cool. So, figuring I was safe, I decided to spread the word about this nifty tool. Bad move. Within a day, I had seven indignant people confront me about deletions. Oops.

At first I tried to deny them, stammering and stuttering like Daffy Duck. Then, I tried to justify myself. Yet, how do you explain to someone that you just had to delete them because your list was at maximum capacity and in order to add a new contact-that cute guy you met in class the other day-you just had to delete someone. And that someone just had to be them. Yeah, awkward. Welcome to Dickwad City… population: me.

You make me live in a constant state of fear and paranoia. Each time my cellphone rings, I cringe. Further, as I spend most of my waking hours in the basement of a school building, I don’t get reception for most of the day and have to deal with lots of angry messages when I finally leave my dungeon each night. While I fear my phone and, thus, avoid checking my voicemail as much as possible, my fear of e-mail has surpassed all rationality. I am so scared of e-mail that I check it 17 times a day. All five accounts-two personal, three official.

Does this mean I am efficient about replying to e-mails? Hardly. You see, I often forget about e-mails. Like the victims of traumatic experiences that block out the painful parts of the past from their minds, I sometimes subconsciously block the particularly distressing e-mails from my memory. I am paranoia personified.

Technology will be my downfall. Thoreau once proclaimed, “Lo! Men have become the tools of their tools.” While I agree with my predecessor, I myself am not so eloquent. So let this be P Thang’s statement to technology: bite me.

Student Life

Psst… guess who likes you?!?

Too shy to talk to that hottie in Poli Sci? Curious about the exciting world of anal beads? Need a course that won’t bring your GPA down two points? And, while we’re at it, who was the handsome stranger at the bar and what’s his story?

Fret not my wretched friend, for the creators of McGillGossip.com have found the solution for the classic student woes that plague us all. Launched last spring, the website is striving to become a one-stop shopping source for indispensable student information; namely, all the latest who’s who, who’s sleeping with who and who hates who in our beloved school. Essentially, it’s more gossip than you can probably handle.

As the website explains, the site is “McGill’s number one hookup [pun intended?] for news you can’t prove. If you’ve got a story to tell, we’ve got a place for you to put it.”

The brainchild of two McGill students, Alec Tallman and Nicole Bechard, the site describes itself as “a place to vent, a place to talk, and a place to hang out online.” The creators are quick to add that they are in no way affiliated with the school and any official organizations.

The site features discussion forums, a columnist named Dick McGill, an advice column by resident sexpert Naughty Natalie, a picture gallery, an events calendar, course reviews, chatrooms, polls, and uncensored message boards.

The latter seems to have attracted the most attention, and consequently, the most controversy. Visitors can leave anonymous messages on all aspects of university life, but discussion mainly centres around the lives and loves of fellow peers on the three uncensored boards, aptly named “Total Gossip”, “McGill Matchups” and “The Wall”.

Surprising? Hardly.

These three uncensored boards have raised several eyebrows, with upset students writing in to protest the nature of the boards and select comments. Despite detractors’ claims that the site is a defamation tool, Tallman maintains that the site is merely an online student hangout. He sympathizes with those who have been offended, but maintains that individual users of the site can be neither predicted nor regulated.

“Considering that we like to think of ourselves as the last bastion of uncensored free speech, I try to let individuals post what they like until someone complains. The one thing that bugs me most is when people just yell rude things…those get pulled in a second,” Tallman explains.

When a complaint is submitted, the objectionable comment is removed at once in order to protect individuals from character denigration.

“Justifiable criticism of people in the public eye is one thing, outright defamation is hurtful, and all-around pretty pointless,” he says.

The site attempts to discourage perceived abuse in their “Rules and Disclaimer” section stating, “this site was not created for character assassination, directed and cruel criticisms, maliciousness or other nasty goals…Information in your submissions must be kept anonymous. Names are not anonymous.”

This, however, has not prevented users from using full names in their posts. Threats of lawsuits have been brought up, but the editors have retained their jovial outlook and remain unfazed.

“In the beginning, before people saw what the site was really about, they got pretty nervous about the name,” notes Tallman. “But as for a team of lawyers and a class-action lawsuit, well, let’s just say I’m still waiting.”

The creators want to stress that the site isn’t merely about gossip, as its name would suggest; but should also be utilized as a form of communication amongst students. With such a big student population, it’s often difficult to maintain active discourse, and the creators hope that this will become an avenue for lively discussion and debate about issues pertaining to McGill student life.

The site also boasts an anti-calendar, a unique feature where users can discuss the courses they’ve taken and compare notes about the good, the bad and the ugly. It is organized according to faculty, and then by respective subjects. Currently, there are less than a dozen courses that have been reviewed.

“What drives me nuts is that the structure is complete,” laments Tallamn. “People just need to fill it in. I really think it’s a great service, and I want it to rock.”

Tallman definitely recognizes the inane nature of gossip, though has no intention to stop it.

“Gossip suffers from being mostly untrue, and often exaggerated. As a source of information, it’s way down there. But that doesn’t make gossiping any less fun. After all, everyone does it!”

This truism led him to believe students would eat it up, but the response hasn’t been overwhelming. With only 40 registered users at present and an average of 350 hits a week, the site is still struggling to find its niche amongst students. New content is never lacking, however, and the small staff maintains the labour of love by absorbing the upkeep costs. In the future, they hope to have expenses covered by advertising.

Monika Dygut, a U0 Management student, laughed upon first seeing the site.

“I don’t know what to say-the boards seem to be cluttered with a lot of silly gossip; a lot of it is pretty immature. I’d appreciate it more if there was more relevant, practical information on there…but things like the anti-calendar are great ideas!”

Response, for the most part, has been positive, assert the creators.

“Once people get over the fact that the site has the word gossip in its name, people like it. The name McgillGossip.com is meant to be provocative and fun. We provide our share of gossip, but that’s really not the point,'” says Tallman. “The point is that someone who wants to have some fun reading and responding about McGill related issues now has the chance to do that.”

So if you’re ever wondering how to initiate contact with that cutie in Moral Issues, or whether you’re more of a Jerome or a Jeremy Farrell-a burning question in the life of any normal student-mosey on over to McGillGossip.com. Its got the market covered.

Features

FEATURES: Of plants and patents

Monsanto Canada Inc. will go to court on January 15 to settle a case with four farmers who allegedly illegally grew, harvested, and sold products developed from patented Monsanto seeds.

The McGill Tribune contacted the farmers involved, but none were willing to comment before they go to court.

The January hearing follows Monsanto’s December settlement with three Quebec farmers growing Roundup Ready canola without a license. The farmers agreed to pay $200 per acre.

Monsanto uses genetic engineering to produce the herbicide-resistant Roundup Ready, a line that includes seeds for regular and high-yield soybeans, canola, and high-yield corn. Monsanto also offers other lines of enhanced crops that provide insect protection, weed control, and higher yields. Currently, Monsanto holds between a 70 and 100 per cent market share of various genetically engineered crops.

Monsanto prosecutes farmers who use their patented products without a license. The company encourages people who suspect patent infringement to call a toll-free number to report their claims. In the instance of the Quebec farmers, Monsanto spokesperson Trish Jordan said that people in the area alerted Monsanto to the patent infringement.

“We were told by people in [the farmers’]area that they thought that these guys were growing Roundup Ready canola without a license,” says Jordan. “We checked their fields and it was Roundup Ready … They weren’t accused of it. They admitted that they knowingly planted seeds [without a license].”

But Monsanto’s field auditing techniques have come under criticism. The May 2008 issue of Vanity Fair included an account of Monsanto’s lawsuit against Gary Rinehart, the owner of a small country store in Eagleville, Missouri. Rinehart was charged by Monsanto with patent infringement-despite the fact that he neither farms nor deals with seeds-based on observations by investigator Jeffery Moore. After bringing Rinehart to court, Monsanto eventually realized Moore had accused the wrong person.

“Monsanto relies on a shadowy army of private investigators and agents in the American heartland to strike fear into farm country. They fan out into fields and farm towns, where they secretly videotape and photograph farmers, store owners, and co-ops; infiltrate community meetings; and gather information from informants about farming activities,” Vanity Fair reported.

Jordan, however, insists that Monsanto’s tactics are legitimate.

“We do audit surveys every year and 90 per cent [of farmers] go through the audit and have no issue with it. Obviously people who are stealing the technology are going to be a little bit more difficult to work with, but the audit program is conducted completely within the law,” says Jordan. “We cannot enter anybody’s land without their permission. If we believe there is an expected violation we have to, number one, work with the grower to resolve that, and number two, have evidence that that is indeed the case.”

In addition, Jordan notes that the people who complete the audits aren’t Monsanto employees, but are rather just contracted for the job.

The threat of random audits prevents most farmers who legally buy Monsanto seeds from breaching contract guidelines, but they don’t always address farmers who acquire seeds illegally.

“When a grower is purchasing seeds illegally in the first place, we are not going to know about [it] unless somebody tells us,” says Jordan. “Usually it could be another farmer, it could be a neighbour, it could be the local retail outlet. In those situations sometimes we check them out, and there are no issues: the guy has a contract and he is doing everything perfectly legally. In other situations that’s not the case, and that was the case with these three [Quebec] growers. They had never purchased the technology properly in the first place and they had used the seed.”

Farmers who purchase Monsanto seeds must sign a contract agreeing that they will not use the purchased seeds for more than one growing season or save any seeds from the season’s crop (traditionally, farmers keep seeds from one crop to use for the next). Instead, farmers who are Monsanto customers must purchase new Monsanto seeds every year.

“Agronomically, it’s going to give you your best chance at productive crop if you purchase new seed every year … If you’re a grower that feels adamant about saving and reusing seeds we have no problem with it. You can save and reuse seed all you want, just don’t save and reuse the seed that has our technology in it,” says Jordan. She admits that not everyone will agree with the agronomic benefits of buying new seed.

“I think there is a lack of knowledge,” says Professor Jasminder Singh from McGill’s Department of Plant Science. “But I understand that in some cases there are some self-pollinated crops where the seeds can be grown the next year, and in those cases sometimes companies want the farmers to still buy seeds from them.”

In the case of the Quebec farmers, the battle with Monsanto is over. But for the farmers in Ontario, and others, the worst is yet to come.

Student Life

SILHOUETTE: Career hook-ups

There is a demand for McGill grads from companies in financial market hotspots overseas, and the McGill Financial Ambassadors have answered the call. Clovis Couasnon, U3 finance and mathematics, and Amine Larhrib, U3 finance and accounting, co-founded the club as a way for students to make contacts and ensure future job opportunities. Students are recognizing the importance of such a forum-the club is new this year and already boasts 65 paying members. Non-management students take note: the club membership is open to students in all faculties.

After traveling internationally, both founders discovered an abundance of overseas postings and alumni eager to open doors for students. Unfortunately, while overseas postings may seem alluring, the challenges of working in a foreign country can be overwhelming, resulting in a high turn-over rate in international job posts. However, the MFA believes if students prepare themselves adequately, they’ll have a much better chance at success.

“McGill students should take full advantage of the network of their alumni,” explains Larhib.

The MFA aims to increase student knowledge of topics related to financial markets and the workplace. Through a variety of events, members have the opportunity to meet with working professionals. They are also the first student club to offer week-long international company tours. With 13 students traveling to Hong Kong this January and another group heading for Dubai in March, the value of these tours is about to be proven.

“We want to allow students to opt for an international career without any economic barriers by building a base abroad and by encouraging teamwork to fundraise for trips,” says Couasnon. “Travelling itself is an advantage for students, and a great thing for anyone. Professionally, careers go faster when you enter into emerging markets. It’s not as limited as it would be if you were in a mature market, like New York. As long as you take advantage of it, you can evolve rapidly.”

The MFA is also committed to environmental initiatives. This November, they’re holding “Green Finance Day” to discuss carbon trading and socially responsible investments, while trying to show that people in the finance sector aren’t all sharks after the bottom line.

Despite overseas support and financial savvy, operating costs at home have been almost too much for them to handle. For example, their on-campus events cost nearly as much as it would to rent a hotel.

Not surprisingly, these high costs hinder the club’s ability to run career development services for McGill students on campus. However, it is not an entirely lost cause among McGill’s higher order­. Management Dean Peter Todd and the Management Undergraduate Society are giving a guarantee of full support to the MFA. “We have to do the work and prove we’re relevant, and then we’ll get financial help,” says Couasnon. Both recognize the value of the Association, both in expanding student horizons and in augmenting McGill’s global identity in the professional world.

“The value of our degree never drops,” asserts Larhib. Especially not with the MFA presenting students with a large scope of possibilities to pursue a post-undergrad degree.

For more information, visit their website at www.financeambassadors.ca

Student Life

Tribune Dating Xtravaganza

With all the lonely hearts grumbling about the impending onslaught of sickly sweet Valentine’s schmaltz, ponder this: is romance dead? Before the Valentine’s Grinch that dwells in the recesses of your soul comes out and grabs the nearest bottle of liquor, rest assured that you’re not alone; the dating situation at McGill is more dire than delicious for many.

It seems that the average student does not date in the formal, pick-me-up-at-the-door kind of way. In fact, many students find that dating altogether is a rare occurrence often blamed on members of the opposite sex.

“The only real dates that I have are with people that I’m already seeing. I’m such a goof that I don’t think people are approaching me for real. I assume it’s pretend even though they might really like me, and I’m such flirt that I’ll flirt and think it doesn’t really mean anything,” says Sarah Schroeter, U2 political science and english literature. “I find guys at McGill are either too forward or too scared. If I’m smiling at you and making eye contact, that means I want you to ask me out.”

Laura Hamilton, a U1 education student agrees with the decline of the dating situation.

“I’ve dated one person before, but not here at McGill. I don’t know why, but I’ve noticed in Montreal a severe lack [of dating]. There is less formal dating, and more informal dating where you go out with a large group,” Hamilton comments.

If all of you are so fabulous…

Commonsense would dictate that raging hormones and cold weather is a recipe for romance even under the most crippling courseload. It would seem that the math of it would be simple: one single person plus another single person equals one couple. Yet, the prevalent singledom at McGill is mind-boggling and inquiring minds want to know why.

“Most of the time, I’m very busy. I don’t get to go out that much, just once in a while. I will generally approach [a] person if the person looks attractive or friendly,” says Robert Ratemo U2 engineering. “Most of the time, I approach people to make friends. I make a lot of friends and if it works out, then OK, but if not, you can just be friends.

“You’ll find that a lot of the girls have boyfriends, but outside of McGill. Most of my friends don’t really date. For me, it’s because I’m older. You can’t really go through mind games, but that’s just me,” says Ratemo.

For some, the circumstances are much more straightforward.

“I don’t have much time [for dating]. I just get to the naughty good shit,” grins Dave Castagner, U2 music.

Of course, personal quirks and tastes cannot be underestimated for the dampening of the proverbial mojo. For Chris G, MBA student, dating seems to be in a deep freeze.

“I date about twice a year. I never approach people. Every time I do it, it never works. I never send signals, I don’t dance very well. The atmosphere [for dating] is too cold,” he says.

All is not lost

Before declaring dating at McGill DOA, a blessed handful of students reaffirmed our faith in the existence of dating and love. There are people out there who date and have active love lives—they just may not be you.

“I think there’s a lot of dating which isn’t necessarily the football player dating the cheerleader. At university, there’s more freedom in relationships,” says Sean O’Connor, U1 arts.

For one student, dating is more than just a pastime- it is a philosophy. Despite her now-steady boyfriend, she seems to have cornered the dating market and shares some of her sage advice.

“I used to date every other weekend. People would set me up with different people or it would be people that I would meet,” remarks Shannon Cohen, U1 anthropology and history.

“Signals? Sometimes, mutual eye contact. I’ve had the ‘Don’t I know you from somewhere’ and it just snowballs from there.

“I think people tend to get into long term relationships. Just because they’ve dated someone once, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you should be chained to them for life. People should just see each other and date other people before having a relationship. There should be the freedom to say, ‘I’ve gotten to know this person, we’ve gone on a few dates, and I really don’t want to go on anymore’,” advises Cohen.

The international perspective

The McGill International Students’ Network highlights the cultural differences between the amorous playing field of our fair winter hinterland compared with the spicier climes of France, Australia and Brazil.

“I’ll date once in a while, not more than four times a year. I usually take time to get to know the person before I date because God knows what can happen,” comments U2 english student Roberto Rocha of her Latin American home.

“Compared to Brazil, people here are more mature. In Brazil, you can date a girl one night and the next day pretend that you’ve never met her.”

Despite the North American perception of the sensual French, it seems that the average Parisian is much more hands off than Canadians.

“[I date] not too often. I never found the right person, I’m really picky. Canadian guys want more faster. In France, you talk and talk but here they want to kiss you right away,” says Melanie Albiger, grad student at the Genie Industriel Polytechnique.

Australian exchange student Bill Skinner, U2 anthropology, points out that despite cultural differences, we might all be on the same page about what makes a date great.

“Dating, for me, is going out with someone that you like and doing something special like dinner or a movie or something out of the ordinary. Usually, I get approached or it’s a mutual thing and we’ll be thinking the same thing.” opines Skinner.

The last hurrah

The final verdict on dating remains murky, but for some, the key is to take the initiative from your friendly neighborhood cheerleaders and be aggressive.

“We have to go to an auction to get guys! There aren’t enough guys at McGill, the number of men are very few. The boys aren’t really forward enough,” complains Huda Shashaa, a U2 arts student.

This Valentine’s, don’t stay at home twiddling your thumbs. Get on the phone, get on the dance floor, get out your pen and get some numbers. The revival of McGill dating won’t happen on its own.

“I think there’s a lot of casual dating [generally in Montreal] much more than there are actual relationships. [But] university is not conducive to dating,” explains student Maggie Schwalbach, U1 political science. “Usually, the guys that I date are not from McGill. It’s more of a shock than anything if they are from McGill.”

 


Do you sometimes wonder if you’re the only one despairing over the dating situation at McGill? Well, we did, and we asked 162 McGill students to fill out our ‘Trib date 2001’ survey. Here are some of the most interesting results.

 


 

 

Of those surveyed:

• 58% were single

• 50% of those in a relationship have been in said relationship for over a year

• 31% of those single have been single for over a year while 22% have been single for less than a month.

• 78% have been on an “official date” at least once.

• Men are definitely braver than women: 66% of men said they usually approach the other party, while only 11% of women did the same.

• Still, 65% of those single said they did not “acti
vely date”. Why not? A staggering 60% answered that it just didn’t happen because “nobody asks, I don’t ask”. The “I’m too busy” excuse went out the window, with only 7% answering they didn’t have time to date.

• The “I don’t ask” mentality was confirmed by the 71% who said they would not approach an attractive person in a café. When asked why not, 37% gave “shyness” as the main reason, and only 7% answered that they didn’t want to judge a person by their looks.

• Of the 29% who answered that they would approach an attractive stranger, “curiosity” was the #1 explanation, followed by “why not?”

• Even though an overwhelming majority would not approach a stranger, only 10% said they would not be likely to go out with a fellow student who randomly asked them out, while most contended it depended on the situation.

• Just because we won’t ask anyone out point-blank doesn’t mean we don’t try to indicate our interest more subtly: 85% said that they sent out signals, eye contact being the most popular one. The other 15% don’t send out signals mostly because they’re “too shy”, or they “don’t know how”.

• The signals must not work that well, because only 22% answered that most of their relationships started after being picked up at a party or social event, compared to 75% who said that they were already friends or acquaintances.

• 50% of men thought it was easier for women to pick up, while 55% of women thought it was easier for men.

• 0% answered that most of their relationships started off as blind dates. Blind dates are a strange phenomenon: 60% of those who have never been set up on one said they would be willing to go, but only 28% of those who have been set up on one actually followed through and went.

• 45% of respondents wouldn’t date more than one person at a time (take that, Sex and the City!)

• Finally, the eternal question: how long should you wait before calling? While 45% answered “2 days”, some didn’t hesitate to show their exasperation with comments like “I hate this game bullshit!”

 

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