Pi Kappa Phi (Pi Kapp)

Pi Kappa Phi
Nickname: Pi Kapp
Chapter: Psi
National Founding: 1904
Chapter Founding: 1921
Current Brothers: 55

House Features:
20 bedrooms
4 floors
rechartered in 2004
one of the few houses with a national philanthropy – Push America
really amazingly comfortable couches

Phi Delta Theta (Phi Delt)

Phi Delta Theta
Nickname: Phi Delt
Chapter: New York Alpha
National Founding: 1848
Chapter Founding: 1872
Current Brothers: 44

House Features:
29 bedrooms
5 bathrooms
5 floors
house is shaped like a ship
designed by a brother

Helllooooo everybody!!

 Today I talked about people who ruin your day from the start, the unnecessary amount of sanitizers on campus, dumb websites that try to evaluate your psychological state, “baby” names, DDs, and some outrageous news stories.

I was blessed with funnyman Jarvis Veira as a guest on my show. Yes ladies, THE Jarvis Veira, the only straight man in fashion, with looks that kill and style that sizzles. Ok, sizzles is a weird word, but I’m in an uncreative mood at the moment. I grilled him with tough questions, he delves into the female creature and we find out that he really is as vain as we thought he was. 

Tune in and enjoy! Skip to 7 minutes in for the talking to begin. 

I’ll be back next tuesday at 4!

 

Love you all!!!!

 

Kit

POP CRITIQ IS BACK WITH A BANG THIS WEEK.

 

MUSIC FROM SUPERSTARS SUCH AS DAVID GUETTA, LEONA LEWIS, FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE,

ALICIA KEYS, BLACK EYED PEAS AND MORE UNRELEASED TRACKS.

 

WE’LL TALK ABOUT THE GOSSIP GIRL THREESOME, BOSTON, TURNING 21 yes!, AND RIHANNA’S TELL ALL INTERVIEW AND FAMILY GUY MAKING FUN OF DEAF PEOPLE. TUT TUT AND OBVIOUSLY GAGA.how could i forget!

 

ENJOY TOMORROW. xoxo

Heyyyyy!!! Today I talked about falling asleep in class, being one of the few students teachers look at, weird boy who likes the taste of words (not kidding), colorblindness, collegetown robber, generic brands, three steps for celebrity lives, what marriage is to me, darkness, bridezilla clip, my mom and reality tv shows, speeches, how horrible deer are, wanting to hate people that hurt you in a contact sport but can’t cus they are nice, the double edge sword of intramurals, waiting makes everything better, gender roles, outsourcing, why you shouldnt have expectations for things, Australia, Gannet, Traffic, autopilot motions, why I don’t have defined calves, this amazing kid from my summer camp, and Kristen Palmer and I in chem class.

Thanks for listening!!! Your support is awesome!

Next week I will be having Jarvis Viera guest star on the show, so tune in next week at 4- he’s hilarious so it should be a good time

Love,

Kit

Recently, I feel like I’ve heard a hundred stories about Cornellians using rape as an excuse to cover up cheating or promiscuity.  While I’d like to think our peers are above trivializing rape, unfortunately, it seems that this is not always the case. I’ve heard about numerous sorority girls who hook-up in frat bathrooms, but tell their friends they were raped so their boyfriends won’t think they cheated.  And I’ve chatted with guys who are so embarrassed by the chick they picked up at the Palms that they defend their pride by joking, “Dude, she totally raped me”.

These common college tales might not seem like a huge deal.  In the grand scheme of things, they probably aren’t.  Nobody got hurt.  Nobody went to jail.  But when I start to think about real rape

situations, these trivializations put a bad taste in my mouth.  Specifically, after reading about a recent California gang rape, I became increasingly frustrated by the number of Cornell students who think of rape as a joke or as distant phenomenon that couldn’t penetrate our ivy-covered gates.

For those of you who aren’t up to date on your New York Times, I’ll give you a quick recap.  On Saturday night, a fifteen-year-old girl from Richmond High School (Richmond, CA) was sexually assaulted and rape while leaving her homecoming dance.  Local police reported that “[she] was walking to meet her father for a ride home when a classmate invited her to join a group drinking in the school courtyard”.  After becoming severely intoxicated, the unconscious girl was raped by a number of young men in the group.  The Richmond Police Department was

tipped off about the assault after overhearing a number of students bragging about the incident in a neighborhood restaurant.  A few hours later, they discovered the female student semiconscious and naked next to a school picnic table.  As of now, six men ranging from fifteen to twenty-one years in age have been arrested on charges of rape, sexual assault, battery, and robbery.

By now, you’re probably wondering why I’ve chosen to discuss this case instead of talking about something a bit more light-hearted and entertaining.  The truth is, I think that rape—and particularly the way New York state law defines sexual offenses—is something that college students know too little about.  Of course, I can’t remedy this lack of knowledge in a single blog, but I can better inform those of you who have followed me this far.  Listed below are several

critical components of New York state laws regarding rape:

1. Only a male can be the perpetrator; only a woman can be the victim.
2. The act must be committed against the victim’s will and without consent.
3. Consent cannot occur if the victim is under seventeen, threatened, or drunk.

I’d imagine that these laws surprise many of you.  I’d even go as far as to say that some of you are starting to think, “Well, I’ve had drunk sex.  Does this mean I’ve been raped?”  The answer is no.  These laws do not mean that you should feel violated or report every

incident of drunken sex to the Cornell PD.  It does mean, however, that many males and females on our campus are consenting to sex that they aren’t legally capable of consenting to.

Although drunken one-night stands many not seem as extreme as the aforementioned case in California, they are still extremely serious and may legally qualify as an incident of rape.  So the next time you’re leaving the bars with a potential partner who looks like he might not make it down College Ave., I encourage you to consider whether or not this is kind of sex you really want to consent to.

I don’t think I have to tell you that Cornell students are goal-oriented.  You all know the pre-med junkies who set goals about beating the mean on an orgo prelim.  Or the frat stars who set rigorous goals about winning their next intramural flag football game.  Even the library faithfuls set goals about how to run into that cute guy (or girl) late-night in Olin Café.

But there are some goals all of us orient towards that we aren’t consciously aware of.  These subconscious goals are, of course, sexual goals.  No, I don’t mean the type of goal you make about how many girls to bang after a weekend at Johnny O’s.

I mean the ultimate sexual goal: the orgasm.

Think back to your last hook-up.  Did you or your partner grunt, “Are you close?” or “Did you come?” at least once in the heat of the moment?  I’m gonna have to guess that yes, you did.  Now, I’m not asking you this question to criticize your sexual habits or to make you question your lusty pillow talk.  I’m simply asking to reinforce the important point that this is a pattern we as goal-oriented college students tend to fall into.

The truth is, the majority of us—and by us, I mean virtually every sexually active human in the world—have come to believe that orgasms are the be all end all of sex.  Obviously, this makes perfect sense.  After all the thrusting, humping, grinding, and groping, it’s rewarding to see the light at the end of the tunnel; to feel the instantaneous calm that comes over your body with those perfectly located muscle contractions.  But in focusing on achieving the final goal of the orgasm, are we actually missing out on a lot of the pleasure and toe-curling fun we could be experiencing along the way?

Sociological research hypothesizes that Americans’ preoccupation with the orgasm grew out of our founding father’s Protestant work ethic.  Based on this stringent work ethic, it was believed that nothing could be enjoyed for its own sake.  Thus, all types of physical and mental work, including sex, had to have a marker of success.  As you can guess, the mark of sexual success inevitably became the orgasm.

Consider contemporary sexuality.  There are undeniable pressures to be a rock star in the sack.  Guys talk to their friends about performance anxiety and what girl’s might say about their sex savvy.  Girls’ sexual self-worth is completely measured in terms of whether or not they can have an orgasm—or several—in a four-minute sexcapade.  However, when we measure our sexual success by whether or not we “get there”, we’re discounting other activities that might not necessarily end in orgasm.  Activities like touching, kissing, or caressing may not get you to the big “O”, but they are definitely legitimate and enjoyable aspects of any pleasurable hook-up.

So what does this mean for you and yours?  First and foremost, stop asking you partner “Was it good for you?” immediately after you pull-out.  This not only kills the mood, it also kills any intimacy that may have sparked between the two of you.  Instead start thinking in the moment.  Enjoy every look, every touch.  If you come right way, great.  If you don’t, stop freaking out.   In your search to stay in the moment, you may even discover some bed-shaking moves that you’d completely missed out on along the way.