Issue 2, Volume 80

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Opinion QUChronicle.com

September 22, 2010

Naked Pear, Arnold starting to grow on me By Lindsay Roberts Staff Writer As a junior moving onto York Hill, it was easy to get sucked into complaining for the first few weeks. The lack of air conditioning in 90-degree heat was making me cranky. Add to it the whole concept of commuting instead of just rolling out of bed and walking. Then the weekend comes and I have to take four separate shuttle excursions for one trip to New Haven. Then there is the challenge of finding a time when the Rocky Top cafeteria is open. But when I stepped back from my bellyaching I realized that there are some new additions to Quinnipiac life that are really grow-

ing on me. So in the name of being positive, here are my favorites. The Naked Pear: I am all about these flatbread lunches, openfaced or not. I try to recall exactly what I was eating all of last semester before this wonderful option was presented. I think I was able to sustain myself on Outtakes sandwiches and whatever was offered at the Rat that didn’t mean I had to wait in a huge line. Consequently, Uncrustables were a main staple in my diet. It is so nice to have options that get a little more creative than burgers and pizza--not that there is anything wrong with Pizza Fusion or Coyote Jack’s. But the concept of having a meal with balsamic and feta cheese on it from the cafeteria

is still novel and I am reveling in it. Library’s new look: My roommate moved in before me, and when she texted me “You are going to love the new library,” my first reaction was panic. New library? I thought it was the cafeteria they were working on; how many restorations and additions can this school make before we are a campus of blue tarps and bulldozers?! Then I took a breath as she explained that new cubicles were added to the second floor. The second floor is more comfortable now that some shelves have been removed. I am starting to believe that my days as an aisleshuffler are over. (The true test, of course, will come during midterms and finals.) These baby cubicles are

a welcome addition. Another newcomer I am thrilled to see is the Hydration Station near the first-floor bathroom of the library. New friends on York Hill: Now that I live on York Hill, there is a new guard station I have to pass through, and I must admit it is a more enjoyable experience. I really have a sense that the University is looking out for us, and not trying to get us in trouble. Last year when I lived in Village, parking was always a big hassle. Where were you going, what were you doing and (God forbid!) another student drop you off near your room. This is not blaming any particular guard because they were just doing their job, but I think the setup of the parking ga-

rage shows that the real concern is watching out for intruders. Yes, I still have to show my Q-card, but even if I am fumbling to find it I think our decals help in the matter. Obviously I want the guards who are on the graveyard shift to be a little stricter, but it is nice to see a smile and a wave when entering the garage. One day the gate was broken and every student had to swipe in, and one of the guards stood outside and took the students Q-cards and swiped it for them, so they would not have to lean out of their cars. She laughed and explained, “I just can’t watch you guys do this all day!” It almost makes me feel like I’m pulling into my own driveway.

Offended by Saget’s stand-up? His ‘filth’ is not appropriate for TD Bank Sports Center Most of us know Bob Saget as that wonderful single father on “Full House,” who, by the end of every episode, By Erica Rocco would teach his girls some sweet little life lesson. Some may Staff Writer recognize him as the host of “America’s Funniest Home Videos,” where he would crack wholesome one-liners about the silly people on the show. The Bob Saget visiting Quinnipiac on Oct. 2 is not that guy. It takes only 30 seconds of listening to his stand-up to see the kind of person he is now: foul, raunchy and inconsiderate. I am not a prude of any sort and I do honestly enjoy a good dirty joke. But he really crosses some lines that no one wants to hear out loud. It may be that seeing such a familiar face say such terrible things is disturbing, but regardless of his past, Saget should really reconsider what comes out of his mouth. Two minutes through one of his stand-up routines, he has said the F-word 11 times. This foul language accompanies so-called “jokes” about male body parts and his sexual relations with women, slurring his words the whole time. The only thing I will give him credit for is apologizing to the audience for his behavior. He claims that he is so messed up after doing family shows for so long that this is his resulting persona. But an excuse like that can only get you so far. This is not the kind of talk that should be echoing throughout our TD Bank Sports Center. There are plenty of comedians out there who are able to keep a somewhat-clean stand-up. In fact, those of you who were here last year, do you remember voting on who we’d like to see perform? Jeff Dunham the ventriloquist and Kathy Griffin were among the many who apparently lost to Saget. I think many people voted for him because they knew his name and loved “Full House”—they had no idea of the kind of filth that seepa from his lips. I understand that the Student Programming Board wants to give us, the students, as many choices for our fall and spring shows as possible, but perhaps nominating a comedian that comes with warning labels is not the best idea. So for those of you who get offended easily — and not so easily — think twice before stepping into The Bank on Oct. 2. And to those who have already bought your tickets, I hope you know what you got yourselves into.

He is dirty and doesn’t need to clean up his act Anyone expecting Danny Tanner at SPB’s Fall Mainstage Event on Oct. 2 should stay home and watch an episode of “Full House” instead. Certainly part of Bob Saget’s allure and appeal in his upcoming performance at Quinnipiac is due to his years spent as the By Matt Busekroos loving father of three young girls on Managing Editor one of the cheesiest shows of all time. And that’s a natural reaction. It’s expected that many of us have watched at least an episode or two, if not the entire series, as ‘80s or ‘90s babies. There is a sense of attachment to the Bob Saget that many of us grew up with over the years. However, the Saget that will perform for college-aged students will just do that: perform for a crowd who should be old enough to appreciate a more risqué sense of humor. There will be no filter and Saget shouldn’t limit his material, because his job is meant to make people laugh. Saget is an actor and a comedian, which are two entirely separate professions. It’s a testament to Saget as an actor that people feel attached to his performance as Danny Tanner and expect him to essentially be that character in real life. Saget is a notoriously dirty comedian, who spouts filthy language and should probably have his mouth washed out with a bar of soap. But, wait a second. There is an actual comedian who swears and makes inappropriate jokes?! Oh, no. We must alert the church elders at once. Sure, there are plenty of comedians who don’t need to tell a dirty joke to get a laugh, but it’s even better that the guy who used to play one of the safest, most wholesome television characters ever is cracking dirty jokes about Kimmy Gibbler. As a comedian, Saget doesn’t need to apologize for anything he says or does. It’s his freedom of expression to use his status as one of the greatest television fathers to his advantage and monetary gain. Saget exploits that stigma to shock audiences when he comes out swearing constantly throughout his set. Don’t appreciate Saget’s tongue-in-cheek humor and self-deprecating jokes? How rude. image: bobsaget.com


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