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In the past Rumpus has profited from the sins of our fellow Yalies-- transforming heretical behavior into RumpusRumpus, glorifying revelry with Rump Chat, writing satirical pieces that bordered on blasphemous. But now we have read the evidence and seen the light about the end of days. Since we believe in conveying the complete Truth, we only feel it pure to admit that we may have also seen a lot of other things and may have been under the influence of a high dose of narcotics while coming to these revelations. But sometimes, the Mayans speak to us in special and different ways. Our drug fun- saturated bodies may have been the perfect medium through which the entities spoke to us so we could speak to you, fellow children of Mexico.

Last night a cricket told us everything, and now, just as we and the butterflies were convinced, you must

The Rump’s View Believe. The world is set to end on December 21, 2012 by a device that the Mayans planted in the Earth’s core. The device contains several things: a particle accelerator, many terrorists, a super SARs virus, and a giant, extremely warm, fossil fuel depleting panda that plans to sit on the ice caps. The effects may be mitigated and detonation may even be preventable if the following steps are taken: 1) There cannot be anymore YD”N” op-ed responses to responses to op-ed pieces about the

Yale hook-up culture and its consequences. The panda uses these as appetizers to fossil fuel. 2) Rumpus must be allowed to use as many trays and take as many cups out of the dining hall as we please. We’re saving the world, we’re entitled to destroy as much of it as we’d like in the process. 3) International students, non-international minorities, hipsters, athletes, and feminists must resist grouping. The terrorists will target all who self-segregate. 4) Avoidance of being offended when nothing offensive has taken place is paramount. Frivolous use of the terms “sexual harassment”, “rape apologist”, and “degrading to ‘x’ group”, or the holding of

unnecessary forums to group masturbate to the idea of being offended will result in immediate death. 5) Anyone who makes Rumpus feel selfconscious about the fact that we’re not making six figures right out of college as an i-banker or otherwise worry about what we’re ‘doing next year’ will be thrown into a particle accelerator. 6) Anyone who attempts to sue Rumpus may contract SARs. We don’t understand why the great cricket said this, but we’re just the messenger. Rumpus thinks that many of the problems would be solved by dissolving a giant chill pill in the water supply, but we’re open to suggestions. We are dedicated to saving our great species for God, for country, and for Yale. - DillyGee and Mplaza out

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Rumors, Truths We Couldn’t Prove, and Other Alle­gations

Two senior guys may both be cheating on their girlfriends...with the same girl.

give him a call. Which Whiffenpoof received several phone calls from a stranger claiming to Which senior (hint hint one represent Skull and Bones of the guys who was harass- who asks him to perform ing Occupy Wall Street) was odd sexual tasks with his telling people this week that friends in order to gain enhe finally reached a Kill trance to the exclusive orgaCount of 100. Any girl who nization? wants to be Eskimo Sisters with 50% of Yale should Which junior’s dad report-

edly paid $20mil to get him into a big three society? What a Grand Stategy. This happened a year or two ago, but Rumpus had to share this: Apparently one night, a girl passed out on the floor of DKE. In response, one of the brothers picked her up, carried her outside, and exclaimed:

“No one dies in DKE!”

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THINGS I WILL NOT MISS ABOUT YALE

Well, kids, it’s been fun times, but I will in fact be graduating this May. (No idea how I pulled that off.) As a graduating senior, I often think about what life will be like after Yale. College has been a good time, and I’m pretty sure law school isn’t all the hookers and blow it’s made out to be. But honestly, the more I think about graduation, the more I realize that I’m not going to miss everything about Yale. So, for the last time, I’m going to allow my vitriol to spill forth, for a list of really irritating things about Yale that I’ll be glad to never have to deal with again. 1) A cappella groups Students at Yale often comment that one of the nice things about Yale is that the Greek scene is really laid back, i.e., almost nonexistent. Not that that bothers me – not everyone is bro enough to be frat. Perfectly reasonable. What bothers me is that Greek life so much smaller than a cappella. Now don’t get me wrong, I respect the talent of these performers (actually, only SHADES), mostly because singing is one of the things on my list of “Things Reese Cannot Do” (right up there with “giving birth” and “losing weight”). My problem with them

mostly stems from the fact that, unlike fraternities, they don’t really contribute to campus social life aside from giving singers something to do. Yale frats throw parties, make asses of themselves, and remind people that Yale is college. A cappella groups, on the other hand, ululate and engage in choreography. Oh, and also? A cappella groups contribute to idea that Yale is just one big College Musical. That’s right – a cappella is to blame for “That’s Why I Chose Yale.” A cappella has killed masculinity in favor of every Glee-adoring, Rent-extra wannabe who can carry a tune and read and add good. Thanks, you godless ululaters.

to be different that you have to listen to music by bands that fewer people than the membership in Yale College Republicans have heard of? It’s great that you lost your Vcard in the back of your daddy’s Lexus at age 14 and got your first fake ID at 16, but we all have little quirks that don’t necessitate lifestyles that put you on the fringe of society. It’s one thing to be different, but it’s an entirely different thing if a place as artificially diverse and gut-wrenchingly tolerant as Yale sees fit to mock you, right alongside Fox News and Scientology. In other words, you are to Yale what furries are to the Internet fetish community.

2) Hipsters Wow, where to begin? As if Yale wasn’t insular enough, we now have a subculture of pompous, Pitchfork-reading drones that dress like a thrift store threw up on them and who have the gall to criticize poplar trends. I can’t walk down the street without seeing at least one glass-eyed mouth-breathers puffing on a cigarette while wearing Buddy Holly glasses and sporting a “totally ironic” mustache. And since when did irony devolve from a literary device to a justification for poor taste? Is it really so necessary

3) Weather Don’t let the springtime fool you – New Haven weather absolutely blows for the majority of the school year. If it’s not

pouring rain, it’s snowing; if it’s not snowing, it’s bone-chillingly windy; and if it’s none of the above, then it’s just cold and miserable. I’m not one to argue that only one detail or preference should define one’s perception of a place or person, but I find it pretty hard to divorce the weather from my perception of Yale simply because I’ve lived here for FOUR LONG, UNHOLY YALE WINTERS. In fact, I’m happy I’m not smart enough to stay in New England for law school – the weather sucks and makes people miserable. Goodbye, ugly Connecticut rain and gloom; hello, beautiful Kentucky sunshine and bluegrass (and bourbon!)

Pictured: Yale in winter

Only one of these is actually enjoyable. (SPOILER ALERT: it’s the one without neckties. Or shirts)

4) STEP You had to know this one was coming. Of course, members of STEP care about the environment and our re-

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School spirit – not seen at Yale since 1954 lationship with it. That’s not a showcase for the fine – I can live with that. NBA’s rookie class (yeah, What I can’t live with Kentucky). But shorting is their Yale-sanctioned on support for athletics attack upon our right to also diminishes school choose our own lifestyles. spirit. If there were an orSuccessful college athganization on campus letics make people proud that sought to change to attend their institution any other aspect of our and foster a community lifestyles, such as political spirit. Then, the heightideology or sex life, based ened expectations of fans only upon that organizaare proportional to both tion’s principles, it would current athletes’ perforlast about as long as a mance on the field or in lamb in a slaughterhouse. the court and the quality But as we all know, at of future recruits. In other Yale, self-righteousness words, this problem is isn’t just tolerated in totally fixable. groups dedicated to soBut that’s not going cial change – it’s encourto happen because Yale aged. My hated of STEP can coast on its tradition is similar to my hatred of of academic excellence Duke – utter, total, unwithout ever having to equivocal. Which brings change. Why invest in me to… petty things like school spirit and athletic pride 5) Utter Lack of Athletwhen students will be ic (and School) Spirit so grateful to have the Speaking as both a colprivileges that an Ivy lege sports fan and as a League education affords former Yale cheerleader, that they’ll grit and bear I can say without a doubt anything? Such as, everythat the Ivy League has thing on this list. the sorriest excuse for a Writing this column has fan base that I’ve ever been a lot of fun, and I seen. And it’s a shame. especially appreciate the I love our athletes – people who have come some of my best friends up told me about how at Yale are athletes, as are much they’ve loathed/ most of my DKE brothloved/hated it. The only ers. As a cheerleader, I advice I leave you with saw pitiful attendance is this: always question and found that psyching the world around you, up the crowd was harder never be satisfied with than placating an outthe status quo, and, of raged Yale feminist. course, keep on hating – Now, I know Yale is ultimately, it is the only supposed to be an institu- way to show you care. tion of higher learning,


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Betches love this school: yale 1. Yorkside

Remember when you ate an entire pepperoni pizza at Yorkside at 1 A.M. after binge-drinking yourself into a coma? Of course you don’t, you were blackout before you left the pregame. Even if you didn’t make it to the frat, every Yale betch has an instinctive GPS that will take her straight to Yorkside (or for those post-2AM nights, GHeav or A1). If you don’t have enough Sunday Morning Regrets already, late night Yorkside is the perfect reason to spend your entire Sunday at Payne-Whitney, examining your life decisions on the treadmill while trying to figure out which of the colleges you need to complete the residential college challenge. Yorkside is also the perfect intermediary step between Toad’s and #5 The Walk of Shame, where you can feel better about yourself by #2 hating QPackers who will have a similar night to yours but then fail to find a job after college.

2. Hating QPackers

It’s 11 P.M. on a Saturday, you’re sufficiently buzzed and power walking to Box for nachos and a couple shots of Patron when you find yourself accosted by a pack of overly-cologned, under-dressed and aggressively belligerent creatures. No, you haven’t

stepped onto the set of Ke$ha’s newest video or the latest Jersey Shore episode. You have just encountered New Haven’s most dangerous species: Qpackers. Every Saturday, they migrate to their natural habitat--the one block radius around ABP--where they mark their territory (possibly with bodily fluid). After invading the cesspool that is Saturday Night Toad’s, they can be found in the #1 Yorkside bathrooms either cuddling the toilet or taking a pregnancy test. Regardless, they have given Yale betches something we can all agree upon: Hating QPackers.

3. Bass

This is the perfect Yale betch solution to the typical “study v. socialize” dilemma. While going to Bass is a guaranteed way to ensure that you won’t get work done, the fact that you’re surrounded by books and frat boys on Adderall makes you feel exponentially more productive than you would if you were watching that same episode of Real Housewives of Wherever in your dorm. Bass has something for everyone: prime view of #4 Athletes being unproductive, a café for food cravings when #1 Yorkside is too far away, and some guy in a red hat that has become a campus obsession.

4. Sports Teams/Athletes

A Yale betch’s taste in men falls into a number of categories (for those who team-hop, at least):

faction and shame, to see if someone you hooked up with is mentioned as Athlete of the Week? If not, then you’re probably a hipster.

The Preppy Betch – Golf, sailing, squash, 5. The Walk of Shame polo… this girl has conquered every terrain of preps. On at least one occasion, she has had to do the #5 Walk of Shame in seersuckers and boat shoes that her man-ofthe-night lent her. Often, she plays one of these sports as well, and thus was bred to love cardigans, white visors, and boarding school.

The International Betch – This girl concen-

trates on the crew and rugby teams, and her ears perk up at the sound of a foreign accent. She takes any opportunity to lament the travesty that is American football, as she finds it better when men don’t wear protection (in athletics, of course).

The All-American Betch – The nemesis

(and/or secret bestie) of the International Betch, this girl is drawn to DKE and ADPhi like a stoner is drawn to a Wenzel. If you’re patting yourself on the back for not falling into one of these categories, think again. Have you ever looked up a team roster on the Yale Athletics page? Eaten dinner at Morse-Stiles to get a glimpse of postworkout athletes? Read the Sports section of the YD”N”, both out of satis-

With Saturday nights come the inevitable Sunday mornings when you realize you’re going to have to walk from Pierson to TD in your 5-inch stilettos after a frat party whose theme was “Bright and Tight.” However, any Yale betch knows that the Walk of Shame can be incredibly efficient. For one thing, it provides a perfect opportunity to read all your text messages from the night before and listen to voicemails of your friends crying about their nights. It is rare, given the ten readings you have due tomorrow, that you will find another opportunity to decode “cOWK!iefo toii WJsidelf” to “Come to (#1)Yorkside.” The sole downfall of the Walk of Shame is the awkward runin you will inevitably have with your ex/froco/ dean/mother (parents’ weekend only) in which you will have to explain why you were “out for a stroll” in your pink bandeau and gold spandex shorts at 10AM. The only way around this is to form a buddy system with your suitemate so you can both walk back from the #4 hockey/ crew/swim house to-

gether.

6. The Vodka Cemetery

This is the guaranteed way to subtly prove your alcoholism when inviting your friends from a different college to pregame in your suite. A downplayed version of the idea to line your mantle with empty cans of Keystone, the vodka cemetery is an easy way to figure out how many times any given suite has had a suitemate throw up at #1 Yorkside (general rule: 3 bottles = 1 boot). It also saves your suite cleaning time and eliminates the need to take out the garbage (as if anyone has since Camp Yale anyways). If Yale won’t let betches light real fires in the fireplace, the next best fire hazard is of course bottles filled with Svedka in the common room cemetery (that is, if you didn’t already finish them at the pregame) and a bunch of #7 dorm posters to catch on fire.

7. Dorm Posters

It’s senior year of high school and you just got your roommate assignment. After deleting every picture off your Facebook from before junior year and setting your profile picture to one of you doing the only kegstand you’ve ever done, you don’t think you can look any cooler. But then, you real-

ize you’re missing one thing: posters. Every Yale bro must have in his dorm one of the following: a poster from The Godfather, a picture of Bob Marley with an inspiring quote on it— even though you only own 2 songs by him, and a box of Miller Lite that you drank in your parents’ garage with a couple friends that you’ll soon tell your new roommate was a “rager.” If you’re a girl, the range of posters is only slightly more diverse: a collage of you and your BFFs that took you 8 hours to do but you pretended took 5 minutes, an artsy picture of a city you haven’t visited (but you’re sooo gonna study abroad there), or a picture of a famous female icon of empowerment (Note: this will be weird for both parties involved when you’re staring at a picture of Rosie the Riveter during your hook up with a #4 athlete). But no matter your gender, you are absolutely required to have a “For God, For Country, and For Yale” poster somewhere in your suite. Because even though you’re living in a Yale dorm on Yale’s campus, that #2 QPack slut you mistakenly brought home better know you had a fucking 4.0 in high school.

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Rump Chat: Behind the Scenes Dilan Gomih EIC Although we delude ourselves into believing Rumpus has always been a campus guilty pleasure, this year Rump Chat seems to have taken the campus by storm. Next to having Mary Miller in 50 Most and not getting sued for the last few years, Rump Chat is definitely one of Rumpus’ finest achievements. We want to thank you, our faithful readers for making our pilot year such a success. We couldn’t do it without your drunken nights, crazy hookup stories, and aggressive library frustrations. Although Rumpus usually keeps its operations under wraps (a.k.a. we try not to drunkenly spill our/your secrets), we thought we might give a small behindthe-scenes look into Rump Chat. How did Rump Chat start? Literally Rump Mama D-Money thought of it over the summer at 1am while pretending to listen to her 42-year old Swedish housemate ramble on about meta- physicality and ecstasy. Its origin didn’t make sense, but the rationale totally did: Why give

the campus RumpusRumpus four times a year when we could dish it up everyday? Is Rump Chat filtered? Hell yes. On any given day, we probably post 25% of the posts that we get. Believe it or not, Rumpus has some morals and we are careful about what we publish. Unsurprisingly, we get a lot of batshit stories about people and despite our policy of anonymity, a lot of people still send in names of who their submitting about (and sometimes even let us know who they are). When that happens, we strip the name and do our best to par down identifying factors. Although in our issues we are more liberal about calling betches out on their shiyat, Rump Chat works because of its abstraction. When you read Rump Chat, you just know that someone, somewhere on Yale’s campus did something---and somehow, it’s still provocative and gets the people going. Occasionally, it gets brought to our atten-

tion that something was too pointed and we change it. Unless of course, that person is a total betch in which case, we don’t give a frick. We also filter because as much as we love knowing everyone’s shiyat, there are some things that we realize the entire world doesn’t need to know: a) some things are

getting sued thing. What are a few things you’ve learned about the campus? -A lot more people are apparently looking for love but are too scared of getting rejected,. To this we say, just ask someone out and if it doesn’t work out…. sorry. There were a few days where we felt

-People send in crazy things at 4am (@Anonymous that submitted about peanut butter on his dick---that was really weird). -A lot of people were pissed off about society #guyliterallycryingovernotgettingtapped -People should have more black lit parties -A lot of people want to know sexual orientations of Mr. Yale guys

like GoodCrushYale because of how many people were asking to get set up. It was fun, but Rump Chat isn’t really for that. Maybe next year we’ll try to find a Rumpus-y way to hook y’all up. -People like to pee in a lot of exotic places. #showushowtogetonroofofSSS -Athletes use the word “normie” for non-athletes (What is this, Sweet Valley High?”)

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drunkenly spending all of her Durfee’s points for the semester on cookies and donuts? Anonymous reported: Woman walks into Durfee’s and grabs an orange, “Imma take this.” Woman behind the counter replies, “Get it, honey! We are the 99%.” ... is this why everything costs twice as much?

Anonymous reported: Freshman football What are some of players seen fall off Rumpus’ favorite bar at DKE party, cut his head open, proRump Chats? ceed to grind and get A n o n y m o u s head in the middle reported: Over- of the dance floor, h e a r d i n T D then hours later go to dining hall. Girl Alpha Delta to get a t a b l i n g : “ C a n sandwich where he you please sign realized he had blood this letter to the dripping down his Governor? We’re back. He then walked petitioning the to Yale Health to get abolishment of his head stapled. What the death penalty.” a night. Girl walking by: “I’m Long story short, from Texas.” we’ve had a great pilot What senior boy took year and we look fora research trip down ward to Yale producpast our southern bor- ing even more ratchetder (Mexico that is) ness. #leggo2016 and then did the same to a 16 year-old boy P.S. Anytime Rumthere? Luckily he came pus said something back to Yale before grumbly about being the authorities—or too drunk to think, the boy’s Catholic more often than not we just couldn’t think mother—found out. of anything witty to Which sophomore say. Now we can tell was seen in a toga our psychiatrist that

RUMP CHAT GOOGLE ANALYTIC STATS APRIL 2012 Visits: 56,199 SEP. 1 2011- MAY 1 2012 Visits: 235,349 Unique Visitors: 45,536 actually too horrible to post b) some of it isn’t THAT funny c) some things are pretty sensitive. We’ve gotten submissions about everything from abortions to inappropriate academic allegations to just silly vendettas. As interesting/terrifying as it is reading all of these things, we post with caution because we have somewhat of a social conscience and we love that not

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Society – A Tap’s Perspective Christina Brasco Staff Writer

On the list of douchey Yale things, being in a society is at the very top. Regardless of the fact that we already attend an elite institution, many juniors and seniors take it a step further, taking part in the antiquated traditions of exclusive secret societies. This seems pretty silly to most people, both in and outside of Yale. On preordained nights in April, sophomores and juniors are “tapped” by taking part in a combination of embarrassing activities, dressing in insane costumes and taking orders from their elders. So why do we go through this humiliation simply to be thrown together with a group of people we may never have met? Why do we attend the secretive interviews, knowing that the ques-

tions to be posed will likely be overly personal and prying? These, among others, are the questions I asked myself on a Sunday night as I romped around campus in a dinosaur costume, gathering strange looks from unsuspecting prefrosh and an elderly couple on Chapel Street. My tap night “teammates” and I were given several tasks, ranging from standing on a table in Sterling to things that are simply not fit to print. And we performed them without even a second thought. Some might say we’re crazy, stupid, or desperate. I happen to disagree. The answers to my questions came to me when we arrived at the ultimate destination: a suite in Stiles where our official “initiation” would take place. Before being allowed into the room one by one, we stood (excited and possibly a little

nervous) in an empty hallway outside. We discussed our elaborations upon the tasks set out for us at the beginning of the night and made plans for a hangover breakfast the next morning (since many of us would be waking up to attend classes that, at the moment, we were pretending did not exist). I realized then and there that the people around me were kindred spirits. Some I already knew and some I never would have met otherwise. But we were already talking about our lives as though we had been friends for years. Somehow, the older members of our new society had found the wisdom to put us together, forcing us to bond through mutual mortification. One could take the cynical view that societies are nothing more than an excuse to drink and stroke our already massive

egos. But perhaps societies give us the rare chance to completely expose ourselves (in metaphorical and sometimes literal senses (shout out to the pretap party that moved to a naked party!) to a group of people with similar personalities and experiences. It seems to me (granted, a slightly naïve and freshly tapped sophomore) that they are about trust. Not only in the members of your class but in the class above you. When accepting a

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tap, you acknowledge that they know you and your comrades well enough to put together a

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A Day In The Life of the YPU Alex Goel, Rumpus Managing Editor, has spent the last several months deeply immersing himself in popular Yale student organizations for anthropological purposes. Here he draws on his research to recreate a Day in the Life of a member of one of Yale’s most prestigious organizations.

cohesive group and blindly plunge into a year-long journey of drinking and storytelling.

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YPU: The Yale Political Union is an assembly of politically-minded students who get together every week to debate super important topics. Here is a day in the life of a YPU member: I wake up at 6am, feeling well-rested,

chipper, and ready to debate about pretentious shit. I read the New York Times cover to cover. It only takes me seven minutes, mostly because I already know what happens. I go to the computer cluster to print out 10,000 posters with unnecessarily bold headlines to advertise my party’s debate. Today’s topic, Resolved: Ban Seatbelts. I can already feel the campus dialogue being generated. Next, I put on my nicest suit and head down to tonight’s YPU meeting where a famous guest speaker will be

presenting. Howard Dean again? Score. Maybe one day I realize that the only reason the YPU can bring in speakers like Howard Dean and Mark Sanford is because they are unemployed and have nothing better to do. The question and answer session with Governor Dean is intense. It’s almost as if I’m on the floor of the Senate. After the presentation, I see Howard Dean in the bathroom and literally pee my pants even though I had just fully relieved myself in the bathroom three seconds earlier.

Of course, I quickly pull myself together, change pants, and walk down to the sweet YPU after-party in the basement of Vandy. Inside, there are eight cases of Manischewitz (my favorite), some Earl Grey tea, and a candlelit shrine to Fareed Zakaria. And, omg. Howard Dean is here. I pass out.

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One of the guys at Gheav

In someone else’s bed

an entire suite

50 most-er

brandon levin

rumpus staffer

At an initiation event

on a day you didn’t shower

frisbee team

free

townie

grad student

in the stacks

4-5-6-7 year club

college-cest

on the title ix committee

w/ someone that has been rumpchatted

your froco

dining hall worker

Had a hookup that was reported on Rump

your friend’s screw date Who you didn’t know but FB stalked

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