OctoBeEr 12, 2005 THE CADRE © 5

OPINION & COMMENTARY

Bathroom Review: ‘Women’s Point of View II

... And Now For Something Completely Different: The Rants of a University Student

Inez Fitzpatrick Contributor

Well, I made it to the fourth floor of the Main Building and somehow Iam still breathing. (Thank goodness for the elevator!)The bathrooms are rather small up there, but needless to say it proves the point that tourism students need to travel some more! There are two bottles of dish soap — lavender Palmolive and lemon Sunlight. Tip: Use some of it and clean out that coffee mug in there guys, itreeks. There is an overabundance of toilet and paper

some with the other bathrooms on campus? Oh — and your toilets are running. Do not forget that showers are needed. ..if you can find the room to install one. Then you tourism students can live here. ..or maybe you actually do, given the looks of your bathroom. I know, you share this bathroom with the Sociology department. ..but upon my observation, they are not very social.

The other bathrooms appear rather normal — that is, if you are

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Do the Pussycat Dolls not piss anyone else off? “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don’t cha? Don’t cha?” Uh, no. Notreally. Shut up. That’s actually quite disturbing. And gifted lyricist 50 Cent is once again back on the charts with the remix of ‘Outta Control’ with Mobb Deep (From the poetically entitled album “The Massacre”). Mr. Cent discusses in this song his difficulties with alcohol and vice (“. ..drink till the burn is gone, hit the dancefloor like a scene from soft porn...”) and shows how tough he is by threatening violence and displaying his fearlessness (...1’m known for Gat poppin’, when I got problems, I don’t run, I just gun you all up...”), but at the end of the day, he emphasizes his belief in strong parental and family values (“...But we ain’t come here to start no drama, we just lookin’ for our future baby mamas. ..”’) Wonderful. Who the hell is this guy? I mean, I’m sorry, but I still do not understand how someone lacking core essentials, such as the ability to communicate in a spoken language or to string together words to form complete, coherent sentences, can somehow be recognized as a great rapper. I mean listen to k-os or Kanye or Kyprios or even Will Smith for god’s sake, and you can at least piece together the point they’re trying to convey. 50 Cent seems intent on

focusing on three key issues 1. Gettin’ hoes up in da club, 2. Living in da hood, and 3. Shooting bruthas, doing drugs, and just being a general asshole. Not since Vanilla Ice (“‘. ..quick to the point to the point no faking, I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon. ..””) have posers pulled off an attempt at rap, or at art in general, so badly. Well I be hatin’ 50 Cent, that shit is whack. In da club. Word.

Ah yes, Week 6 at UPEI. You can see the desperation on the faces of every student you pass in the hallway. Oh sure, everyone still smiles at each other and greets them with the generic “What’s up?” (Usually the greeter does not give a damn what’s up and just has nothing better to say.) But if you look into our eyes you can tell that each and every one of us is quite literally well on our way to clinical insanity, if not there already. First years, who were only weeks ago blissfully ignorant and aimlessly wandering around campus without a care in the world have now caught a glimpse of what it is to be a University student, and as mid-terms approach, are scared shitless. They now run from class to class, eyes wide open in fear, hair unkempt, and papers flying everywhere. Second and third years, who are by now accustomed to their collective impending doom are either burrowed away in some yellow cubicle, studying obsessively, or are sitting

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