BLACK OUT 2011
WHEN THE POWER GOES, THE RULES FOLLOW.
March 10, 2011 | Issue #233
y o u r. i n d y @ g m a i l . c o m
LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
editor-in-chief: Ri l ey Ken ny s mith
Even in the middle of a power outage, Purchase students still take the time to feed the campus cats. I think that says a lot about our student body, that in the midst of all the daydrinking and pizza ordering we stop to set out food for the strays that live by the New. The sheer lack of prepared response from the school also says a lot about Purchase. The Princeton Review rates our school #1 in the country for “Long Lines and Red Tape” and after this Monday, it’s difficult to dispute that rating. Information only got to students through smart phones that were already connected to the Purchase email system, and even those emails could take hours to go through. The signs on the doors of the Hub and academic buildings said merely that there was no power, and thus no food or no class. After all those obnoxious tests of the loudspeaker system waking up the Olde in the middle of the night, why was the emergency loudspeaker system not used? (During an actual event that can quite easily be categorized as an emergency, why was it not used?! Don’t tell me it doesn’t have its own power source.) Why, when all our mobile phones were dying, when all the landlines were removed from student housing over the summer, were we not provided with alternate methods of contacting emergency services? What’s done is done, and hopefully we’ll be back running on our own power free of the generators by the end of this week. But more than that, I hope that Purchase has learned from this blackout, and will be better prepared in case it happens again in the future. I have had various forms of the flu since Friday, and was (or so it seemed to me) one of the few students on campus spending the blackout sober. My method of inebriation was Indian food, and I want to thank the delivery guy from Ambadi for braving the pitch-black tunnel of doom that was my friends’ stairway in the New, heavy bag of food in hand. I’m sorry I only had a few measly singles to tip you.
layout editor: Ta r a C on n elly copy editors: Reb ecca K ap lan A l ex Pros cia writers: Ro se C ros by N i co l e Digios e A l ex a Dillen b eck H ei d i Du f f y Cl éa G ran d its Ró i sí n Mccarty D a n ny Nan n i N i ch o las Sh ap iro M a da me Q u er y print managers: Ro byn Wilk in s To ny Pon tiu s cover photo by: K a ro l Wer n ek artwork by: Su za n n e Bon an n o The Purchase Independent is a non-profit news magazine, paid for by the Mandatory Student Activity fee. We welcome and encourage submissions from readers. The Indy is a forum for campus issues and events, to give students the voice they deserve. Letters, articles, comics, ads, event photography and event listings are welcomed. The deadline for submissions is every Friday before midnight, and accepted pieces will be published the following Thursday. Publication of submissions is not guaranteed, but subject to the discretion of the editors. No anonymous submissions will be considered, but we will accept use of pseudonyms on a case-bycase basis. Send all submissions and inquiries to firstname.lastname@example.org. Send questions to Madame Query at formspring.me/ madamequery. Back page quotes can be submitted to formspring.me/indybackpage or put in the Back Page Box that hangs on the office door. Our office is located on the first floor of Campus Center North, room 1011. Staff meetings are held in the office every Monday night at 9:30; anyone is welcome to join.
POL I TI C S
BY ALEXA DILLENBECK AND RÓISÍN MCCARTY
For the past 95 years, Planned Parenthood has worked to provide women with basic and necessary health services. On February 17, the House of Representatives passed a bill defunding Planned Parenthood and other Title X clinics. Without federal funding, Planned Parenthood would have to scale back and close many centers, or drastically raise prices, causing low income women to go without proper female health care. The response from Planned Parenthood and its supporters resulted in a rally in Foley Square in Manhattan, across the street from the court house. At 11 AM on February 26th, the day started with a walk, which was advertised mainly on social networking sites, such as Facebook and Tumblr, and spread to other sites. The rally was advertised by FORTH, a new group on campus for Purchase feminists. It provided a bus to drive as many people as they could to New York. Foley Square was packed with men and women both equally resistant to the defunding and attack on women’s rights. There were signs sporting phrases such as “Viva La Vulva,” “Keep your Boehner out of my vagina, but a Weiner is fine,” and “Get out of my pants.” There were also signs given out by Planned Parenthood saying “I Stand with Planned Parenthood,” “Don’t take away my breast exams,” and “Don’t take away my birth control.” Speakers included Kathleen Hanna of Bikini Kill and Riot Grrrl fame, the Mountain Goats, Cecile Richards, Congressman Anthony Weiner, Congressman Jerrold Nadler, Kathleen
Turner, Congresswoman Yvette Clarke, Jasmine Burnett, Maddy Wyatt, Nellie McKay, Congressmember Chuck Schumer and others. Cecile Richards spoke about what the House of Representatives was doing to the organization, how they “aimed both guns at the largest women’s healthcare provider in America: Planned Parenthood.” Each speaker told their experiences with Planned Parenthood and why they are standing with Planned Parenthood. Freshman Lily Thrall said “It was really nice to see that our politicians, regardless of their gender, were on our side.” The speakers sparked an energy within everyone in attendance. “I think John Darnielle sparked the rally with enthusiasm after his short but compelling performance.” said David Grimaldi, freshman. The male turnout of the rally was inspiring, and proved that it is no longer an issue women are fighting singlehandedly. Men are starting to realize that Planned Parenthood affects their lives as well. Their support helps further strengthen the already strong and large feminist agenda. Men are finally realizing that they can also be feminists. The Stand Up for Women’s Health Rally was a diverse and peaceful rally where people across the racial, gender and economic spectrums could stand together and fight for a single cause.
FROM UNDER THE ROCKS A PSGA Manifesto BY DANNY NANNI I’d like to start off by saying that this is my personal manifesto about the PSGA. I am Danny Nanni, a junior graphic design major and an executive with the PSGA. My fellow executives are not aware of my particular position at the moment. However, do I believe that my colleagues disagree with me? No. This is the deal: the PSGA is a student‑run organization, charged with taking $100 from every full-time student and figuring out what to do with that accumulated money. Is it an easy job? No, that’s why there are six executives. Do we believe our ways are the only ways to do things? Certainly not, but we’d like to believe we do the best we can. That leads me into this—we do the best we can based on assumptions and quiet notions from our student body. We have a group of students built into the Student Senate. Together with the Senate (one senator for each school of study and living quarters) we come up with ways to help the campus, small and large, and mostly unknown. We, with our clubs and services, plan and run almost every event on this campus. Every publication (The Indy, The Brick, The Submission, and Poor Choice) is being paid for by you. Culture Shock and Fall Fest are both paid for by your money. Did you also know that the Stood is our building and in that regard, your building? Every event that goes on there is planned to suit you. Did you know that? Sure, a lot of you might have. Though, judging by campus response to our programs, maybe not. I do not have to sugarcoat anything for
anyone—these are hard financial times. Wouldn’t you like to know where your money is going? Or better yet, help decide where it is going? There are countless ways to get involved. I hear a lot about this campus being apathetic and to that I respond with a challenge. Get off your couch in the Olde or out from whatever rock you’re under and get involved. I cannot count how many emails or complaints I hear about things from people who just decide to sound off and never act. The executives and the Senate need your help because in this slow economy every penny counts, and every PSGA penny is yours. Not happy with us? Well, come to any PSGA meeting—every single one of them are open to attend and we’d love to hear from everyone. I meet your challenge with a promise that the PSGA and its governing members will do the very best we can to make sure you are happy and that you are aware of our decisions, meetings, plans, and events. Seriously guys, get off your asses and help us decide what to do with your money.
C LUB S & ORGS
GLBTU’S IDENTITY CRISIS BY CLÉA GRANDITS GLBTU (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender Union) met this past Wednesday night to discuss changes to their club charter and a possible name revision. Lauren Doty, GLBTU’s treasurer opened up the meeting with a discussion on the word “Queer” since the club has been considering changing their name to “Queer Union.” The word Queer is still pretty controversial, despite the fact that it’s been reclaimed in the past twenty years, and those attending last week’s meeting—where the name change was first brought up—were pretty divided on the matter, some finding the word offensive. “Outside of negative associations, it’s still an identity, it’s my identity. We must respect everyone’s identity,” said Lauren after reading to the group Wikipedia’s definition of Queer, which is, “an umbrella term for sexual minorities that are not heterosexual, heteronormative, or gender-binary.” Those attending Wednesday’s meeting were then asked to state their name, major, preferred pronoun and what they thought of the word queer. Surprisingly, few seemed opposed to the idea of including “Queer” in GLBTU’s new name, though Devon Charles, co-president, noted that a number of people who had opposed the name last week, were not attending the current meeting. The group then proceeded to write a list of all the potential club names they were considering to put them to a vote. The list included: Queer Student Union, GLBTQ (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual,
Transgender, Queer), Happy Club, GLBTQU (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer Union), Gay Alliance, Queer Union, Spectrum, QT fabglitter (Queer, Transgressive, Friends, Asexuals, Bisexuals, Gay, Lesbian, Intersex, Transgender, Transsexual, engendering revolution), QAU (Queer Allies Union), LGBTQAU (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer Alliance Union), Alphabet Soup and GLBTU (keeping it the same). The top three choices ended up being: QT Fabglitter, Queer Student Union and LGBTQAU. The club will make their final decision in a vote next Wednesday. One member asked whether the club should make the vote open to all Purchase students, but others seemed reluctant. “On one hand I do want to make ourselves more open to the community, but I don’t want to open this vote up to the community for fear that they’re not going to take it seriously, and end up making a joke out of it,” said Charles. Another member explained that online votes could easily be manipulated. “I voted for LGBTQAU. I don’t really identify with any of these names, I identify with me. But I want people to realize that they have the power to change these words and their meaning. Whatever the club decides, I’ll be happy with,” said Charles. Doty, who expressed her approval of the word “Queer” and encouraged others to see it in a new light at the beginning of the meeting, voted for Queer Student Union. “I think that queer is a good umbrella term, it’s progressive. I identify (continued on page 11)
A MURDERERBYNEXT DOOR NICHOLAS SHAPIRO Having never lived in a real house before, I’ve grown awfully accustomed to the bizarre world of real estate known as “condo life.” There’s a certain exclusivity that comes with condominiums, like watching illegal immigrants trim the lush, surrounding greenery in the early morning while gazing on lovingly like an unofficial slave driver. Then, there’s the fact that you’ll never own a swimming pool or a front lawn to truly call your own, which isn’t that bad because none of the other neighbors can have them either so it makes for a hilariously lose-lose situation for all. What is most frightening, however, is the idea that these people watch you day in and day out with an observant eye, and the only time you get acquainted is trick-or-treating on Halloween or making small talk during totally Coors-fueled block parties. Everything else between neighbors is a bit of a mystery, even for nosey Nancies alike. With this in mind, the stage is set for my teensy tale of horror, homicide and hysteria. Flashback nearly a decade to middle school, and I am in the midst of bombing a bogus math test that, in retrospect, probably prevented me from going to Harvard instead of this whoopsy dump of a goof kingdom. My teacher, who looked visibly dead inside at his desk, answered a brief phone call that staggeringly woke up him up as he nervously placed the receiver back on its hanger. Wasting no time at all, he announced, “Class… I have been informed that there have been multiple reports of a homicide in the nearby area. We are going to cut the schedule early and buses are being
arranged. If you carpool, please contact your parents or guardians of our situation. We want everybody home safe.” Those words resonated with electric shocks rather than cheers of jubilation for the half day we were easily granted. For the sake of dumb un-luck, it should be known that I lived within a stone’s throw of the school and it was mandated by the Board of Education that I be picked up by a parent or trek it homewards on my own two feet. So, since my destiny was already cut out for me, all my friends scrambled around frantically crying for their worthless lives, my cowardly brother escaped with a comrade on another bus to go elsewhere, and I was stuck frozen in the chaos looking up at the empty car lot waiting for me to lie out in the open in it like a sheep in the pasture. The whirlwind of hysterical kids were zipping left and right like there was no tomorrow (which was a certainly a realistic possibility), and my Dad wasn’t picking up his cell phone to come to my rescue. Amongst the fray, I caught bits of information about the murder. A woman was found knifed a few hundred times in her own home. Then she was skinned. The killer was a local of my town. He was still on the loose, and the police had no leads or coordinates to go by. He could still be out there, and the scene of the crime was only a few roads between my home and the school. My dad still wasn’t picking up because he had a life or whatever and that left me with one definitive plan of action: run home and fuck everything. So I toughened up quick, threw my backpack in a ravine, laced up my garbage
your.indy@gm ai l.com Reeboks and prepared for a run that would end in either bloodshed or endless tears. Whatever. You all know I’m not dead and I don’t want to write some Stephen King bullshit, so I’ll cut to the chase. After running full force towards my house, I made a checkpoint stop at Napoli’s Pizza. I got a calzone with a grape Fanta and ate alongside a fellow who gave off curious vibes. I didn’t care because I was breathless and needed to quench my fear with pepperoni, and this guy didn’t pay any mind to me anyhow. Before leaving and making a safe return to home, I noticed his sports car was evidently beat up with dents primarily in the trunk and rear. A few days later, I caught word it was reported that the killer was last seen leaving Napoli’s in a car that strangely matched my observations. He also lived in the condominium complex my dad was residing in, and he plead insanity after being incarcerated. Now I have to ask this question as I conclude: how many times have you grabbed lunch with a murderer and lived to tell about it?
CHESS BYCLUB NICOLE DIGIOSE During the Chess Club’s most recent meeting, more students showed than at any other meeting since it started. Twelve students took turns sitting across from each other, filling the two large tables, eyes scanning the chessboard for the next move. “There are usually eight people who come every week, but there are about 15 members in the club,” said Chess Club president Julian Norton, who presented the Chess Club idea to Ricky Gunzel, coordinator of Clubs, Organizations and
Services, last semester. Chess Club passed the vote and it was given an initial budget of $50. Norton requested an additional $140.62 to cover three chessboards and four clocks, and decided that he’d bring one of his boards to go with the fourth clock. The money was added to the club’s budget.He started the club because he wanted to find other chess players, and is willing to teach beginners. When it comes to learning the game, Norton said that at first, chess can be “boring because it’s nothing but rules and how things move.” But once you know what you’re doing, that all changes. “It’s the excitement of playing an exact mirror of equal material and mentally fighting it out,” Norton said. “There is no luck, although you can get lucky or unlucky depending on who makes a heart-wrenching mistake. Just not messing up is a talent in itself.” Norton advertised the club by putting up posters around campus, as well as spreading the word on Facebook about the club meetings, every Monday from 8 – 10pm in the commuter lounge. Nathaniel Lynn said that it was exciting to have so many people at Chess Club; he joined because he enjoys the intensity of the game. “Chess is all about the single moment, frozen for as long as the timer allows,” he said. “Every movement, no matter how small, presents opportunity for you and your opponent.” Mateo Morel sat at the corner of the table, waiting to get in on a game. “Chess is intellectually stimulating,” he said, eyes on the game in front of him. “I even have a chess game on my phone.” Morel likes to play different people because of their different strategies. “Playing with new people helps me figure out different ways to play,” said Austin Crimmins as he looked up from the board, chess piece in hand. “I can learn from it.”
CHANGES TO THE GEN EDS BY ROSE CROSBY
Every day, Purchase floods our inboxes with messages about wellness, athletics, study abroad opportunities and phishing scams. And while I can get a little too move-to-trash happy when sifting through my inbox, one particular email caught my eye. Seemingly insignificant, a piece of virtual mail entitled “General Education/Core Curriculum Requirements: Effective Fall 2011” caught my eye on February 15. Normally I’d skim through and click the delete button—especially after reading Effective Fall 2011—but there was something very unsettling to me about this. According to the email sent by Damian Fernandez, Provost, the changes, “give students more flexibility to complete a general education program with both breadth and depth, tailored to their personal and professional interests.” I couldn’t help but shake my clenched fists in the air. As a transfer to Purchase, I spent a good chunk of my time playing catch-up on all of SUNY Purchase’s general education requirements. Now, as a second semester senior, I am still finishing up the foreign language requirement as one of my four classes in addition to interning. Did I want to spend my time dans la classe de français? Not necessarily. So you can imagine my shock and disappointment when I deduced I would have been off the hook if these changes took place just one semester earlier. Though the changes were not specifically outlined in the email there was a link to Purchase’s academic programs page. Instead of requiring
one humanities, one western civilization, and one American history course, there is now a humanities group, allowing students to choice between those subject areas. In addition, instead of requiring two semesters of a foreign language and one other world civilization course, there will be a choice between one or the other (regardless of language level). Adam Brown, director of the Academic Resource Center, says the new requirements “have changed in accordance with the recently changed SUNY standards.” These changes are designed to make it easier for students to transfer schools within the SUNY system. Despite these changes, there is still a 30 credit requirement for general education requirements., which makes it a little easier for me to digest. However, for anyone not graduating this year, now’s the time to check your degree progress report. Hopefully, with these changes, you will find yourself enrolled in more classes you “want” to take rather than classes you “have” to take. This article is published courtesy of Her Campus. http:/hercampus.com/purchase
C A M PUS
VAGINA MONOLOGUES BY HEIDI DUFFY
Since its creation in 1998, Eve Ensler’s charity “V-Day” has been providing funding and giving a voice to women around the world. “The Vagina Monologues,” the charity’s most wellknown production, donates proceeds from all shows to the V-Day Organization and additional charities at the producers discretion. According to the playbill, “The V-Day Movement has raised over $75 million and reached over 300 million people.” Purchase has a history of participating in V-Day, and this past weekend the Performing Arts Center staged a production of “The Vagina Monologues.” Each monologue provides a different, brief insight into the experiences of women from around the world; some of them are hilarious but some of them are incredibly depressing, and some of them make you feel a little of both. I went on a Saturday and Adrien Behn’s full commitment—both physically and vocally— to the different orgasms in “The Woman Who Loved to Make Vaginas Happy,” had the audience roaring with laughter. In contrast, the audience was completely silent during Nica Statman, Zora Gussow and Anna MorenoBosketti’s performance of “The Memory of Her Face,” which details the experiences of women in Islamabad who have had their faces burned off with acid, the disappearance of over 300 women in Juarez and women who have been burned or killed in the Iraqi war. Even though it’s startling to laugh during one monologue and then be faced with a stark truth about female genital mutilation
in the next; “The Vagina Monologues” wouldn’t be as powerful if it didn’t startle its audience and bring to their attention the atrocities faced by women every day. Every year the show concludes with a different “spotlight” monologue. The purpose of this monologue is to raise awareness about a specific injustice and channel proceeds to groups that are working to eradicate it. This year’s spotlight was “Myriam,” paying tribute to Myriam Merlet, the chief of staff for the Ministry for Gender and the Rights of Women of Haiti, who died in the earthquake. This monologue is meant to draw attention to the high level of sexual violence faced by women and girls in Haiti. Funds raised from the Spotlight Campaign will support a national campaign in Haiti to address sexual violence through “art, advocacy and legal services.” The Westchester Hispanic Coalition will also receive funding towards its Latina Sexual Assault Services Program. V-Day and “The Vagina Monologues” have helped to facilitate a dialogue regarding topics (like sex slavery, female genital mutilation, rape, incest, physical abuse) that most people would prefer to not talk, or even think, about. This dialogue is absolutely necessary: according to a statistic taken from the United Nations on the V-Day website, “one of every three women on the planet will be physically or sexually abused in her lifetime.” The cast and crew put on a high quality production and brought an event to Purchase that benefits women enormously.
HAS YOUR REMEDY
I have shitty acne. Help.
A girl on my floor has sex with her
boyfriend frequently and is very loud.
Madame Query has beautiful complexion, it is lavish with a hint of perfection when dim florescent lighting hits her soft skin. She is so appreciative she finds herself gazing in the mirror of the first floor Humanities building, her image bouncing back and forth over and over again. Although Madame may make it look effortless, her regiment is quite the contrary. Facial scrubs in the morning, face peels at lunch and sea salts at night. Forget those days popping away and creating more craters on your face than the moon. The truth is, Madame doesn’t do much work at all. Don’t go thinking I’m singing the praises of my beautiful skin, but in actuality I don’t do too much to upkeep. Always remember, less is more. At this age, we go through a period where acne can come back to haunt us. As youngins we eat really shitty food, shitty food causes acne... this could be why you have acne. Or maybe you eat really well and there is no real explanation, other than bad air or stress. Here is what I suggest for you: relax, start washing your face with a new face wash, perhaps Clean and Clear, Madame is quite the fan of that brand. Also if memory serves correctly Madame’s sister (Dutchess Wonder) had a bad case of acne and used ProActiv. Believe it or not, those spokespeople are not lying to you! It does wonders for some skin. If Dutchess were able to show her face she would have “before pictures” of her on the red carpet with the little rough patch and then you’d see her now and realize the true wonders the proper care can work.
What should I do?
Stay out of it! Is it really your business? No! Honestly, I won’t care how much grief I will probably get from saying this come printing, but you sound jealous of this couple. And you know how you should get revenge on them for keeping you up at nights, get a really stealthy lover and be just as loud, if not louder. Knock those walls, make her know who is really getting the thump and bump. While I suggest you get with a stealthy honey, it should be recognized that you don’t do it because of some girl down the hall. I don’t know what to tell you besides this: deal with it. If this were your roommate I’d say you have a problem you can easily work on by talking it out, but if you go up to some random girl that lives down the hall from you, you will look intrusive. I know it absolutely sucks, that you can’t go up to this person without looking like a complete nosy posy. If you want to try to talk to an RA, this may bode better for your situation. They won’t call them out on the sex (because sex is allowed at college), but they might enforce the rules of quiet hours. If their passionate love-making continues to include you and your hallmates’ ears, then perhaps try investing in some good old fashion ear plugs.
A DV I C E What are your thoughts on septum rings?
Madame does not describe herself as a fan of this latest “hot trend.” When the item is read on paper or said out loud, she usually thinks of one animal of the wild, a mighty bull. I don’t like people dressing themselves as animals, but maybe this is also another way of symbolizing themselves as powerful. This can be great, but some people are not meant for the look of a septum ring, no matter how confident they feel. If you have a persona or a look that comes across as housewifey, I don’t think a septum ring is right for you. If you have an edge to you, then yeah, a septum ring is not going to surprise me... nor is it going to make me go “oo ahh.” The housewife would have me at the edge of my seat. Basically, in my mind, it is all kind of iffy for me. As smart as I may seem, sometimes I can be pretty oblivious to a person’s piercings, so not a whole lot will stand out to me. I guess you could say that I am a woman of no picky manner, well... for the most part. No matter who wears them, they all end up in boogers. Any person I’ve seen with a septum ring or a general nose piercing has to occasionally dig in there and adjust, looking a little nasty. But when they are not digging for gold, septum rings can look pretty snazzy. At the end of the day septum rings, various piercing, tattoos, whatever is “edgy” or “hip,” it’s all the same.
(continued from page 5) with queer and it’s more political.” “I voted for GLBTQU because I feel that it’s necessary to preserve the history of the club, and I think it’s a good idea to include the Q ,” said James Mullady. Mullady then explained that GLBTU is the oldest club on campus, even older than the PSGA, and that over the years they’ve added letters to the original name: GU (Gay Union), followed by GLBU (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual Union) and GLBTU. Maria Aise, last year’s co-president, also voted for GLBTQU. “It’s the one name that encompasses all of the identities and it’s a recognizable title. I love the word queer but it could cause a few problems because when you have freshmen coming into college, not really knowing or understanding what it means they’re going to assume things. With GLBTQU, if they wonder what the Q stands for we can actually explain it to them.”
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