I can’t believe this is my last column. Blah.
You know what they say: “Looking at your grades, Memet, have you considered adult film?”
Mr. President-elect, my gift to you…
I wasn’t going to do a Black History Month column, but since I’m quarter Turkish, I’m technically the 6th or 7th blackest person on this campus.
At Carolina Athletics, we’ve always had a simple philosophy: When you become a Tar Heel, there’s literally no wrong way to spell “Put me in, coach.”
Last semester, the political science department offered an interesting class — administrative oversight, I guess.
Not long ago, a friend said my columns were becoming a little too mean this year. On the one hand, who knew she was such a stuck-up witch? But on the other, maybe she had a point.
On one hand, I’m happy Dean Smith is being awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom. Smith was a great coach and, by all accounts, is a good man.
Our lives are more hypersexualized than ever nowadays, and the trends are disturbing.
This week, I write that violent video games make people violent.
