A profile of Humans vs. Zombies
By Ian Marsan
Four brave survivors, Steve, Joe, Daywalker, and Matt, slowly work our way across East Commuter Lot at Bridgewater State College. A cold realization of their own deaths overcomes them, but the group has a mission to accomplish. Their objective lies a mere 100 yards away. 100 yards away over a wide open parking lot, infested with the living dead. Ahead, the horde of ravenous zombies sizes up their quarry; it’s only a matter of time before the four humans reach the commuter underpass, a choke point where the MBTA Commuter Rail crosses overhead. There, the humans will surely be ripped to pieces. The stage is set for a four on fifty fight for survival…
To most, this sounds like a scene out of a Hollywood zombie apocalypse. For some though, this was Wednesday night.
A strange new game is springing up on college campuses across the United States. The apply named, “Humans verses Zombies,” or, “HvZ,” has been gaining in popularity for the last three years. The idea of this game focuses on two groups of players acting the parts of humans and zombies. Essentially, it is a game of tag where the zombies must “kill” all of the playing humans. Originating in Goucher College, MD, Brad Sappington and Chris Weed (who could not be reached for interview) started the game which began gaining popularity on other local campuses. Slowly, HvZ has moved from colleges to other groups, including: “high school students, businessmen, children, and active military on U.S. bases,” (source: wiki.humansvszombies.org). At Bridgewater State College’s campus alone, there are 179 registered players (source: Humans vs. Zombies BSC chapter Facebook).
The game’s coming to Bridgewater State was the brain child of Caleb Lopez. A sophomore at the time, Caleb insisted that, “I wasn’t really into the school’s offered sports. That’s the reason I play Ultimate Frisbee too. But I saw this clip of kids running around shooting at their friends with Nerf guns and thought how bad ass would this be!?” Apparently he was not alone. The first game of HvZ at BSC was played during the spring semester of 2007 with around 20 people participating. Since the first game, the popularity has caused the number of players to balloon to nearly 6 times as many registered students in less than two years. “It certainly makes walking to class more interesting,” said one player, bedecked in camouflage, spying out a door.
By Christina Hickman
Theatre 16 at the Providence Place Cinemas is sold out for the 12:01 am showing November 21st. Every seat is taken, even the first row seats that no one ever wants to sit in. This inconvenience is well-worth it to finally see the book Twilight come to life on screen. The audience is diverse: slightly more females than males, ages ranging from middle-aged down to those around ten. All have their eyes glued on the screen. The anticipation builds as Kristen Stewart, or the fictional Bella Swan, and Robert Pattinson, the vampire Edward Cullen, lean in precariously close to each other. Someone from the middle of the audience yells, “Kiss already!” Their shout is returned with a muttered “I hope everyone just shuts up for this,” from a man that is clearly annoyed with the amount of screaming that has gone on throughout the movie. Already lines like “I don’t have the strength to stay away from you anymore” and “When a lion fell in love with a lamb” have elicited group effort “awwwww”s from many females. Now, however, the theatre silences. Only the crunching of popcorn and crinkling of candy bags can be heard. The actors on the screen move closer and closer, their lips finally meeting in a long overdue kiss. The audience erupts in a wave of claps and whistles for the fictional onscreen pair. Welcome to Twilight Mania.
Within the past few months, the hype surrounding book series by Stephenie Meyer called Twilight or the movie based on the first book has been inescapable. Stores advertise the phenomenon endlessly: a walk through the mall might bring you past an F.Y.E. music store with life size cardboard cut outs of Bella and Edward, a trip into Borders bookstore will bombard you with the series and other miscellaneous paraphernalia, and Hot Topic has the soundtrack blasting through the stereo as you peruse their Twilight shirts, bags and other goodies.
“I haven’t seen anything like it since Harry Potter,” said one mother of a fan while shopping,
By Lauren Saldi
The electricity had been out for a little over thirty minutes when I arrived at Magic Years Nursery School. The parking lot was pretty empty and there were several teachers standing outside in the freezing cold, some with coffees in their hands and others with their heavy winter jackets on.
The school was pitch black inside and there was a constant beeping of the alarm with an orange light flashing. A few other teachers came out of the building, with the telephones to their ears and contact cards in their hands calling parents to tell them school has been cancelled. Other teachers were outside meeting cars just as they came in the entrance to inform them that school was off.
Just as the lost call had been made, the lights came back on. Everyone let out a sigh and shook their heads. In a matter of moments, a decision was made by the owner of the school to call all the parents back and tell them school was back on. Before anyone could even pick up a phone, the school telephone began ringing with parents wondering if school was back on. The answer was yes and minutes after that, students began arriving. The once empty parking lot began to fill with SUVs, Vans and Trucks all with pre-school students in them.
By: Jennifer Morgan
If you stop by and peak into the picture windows of 1143 Broadway Street in Hanover, you would see a shop that looks as if it is under renovation. The crumbling drywall lay on the floor from where the walls have been taken down. New cans of paint sit unopened, ready to make their debut on the freshly dry-walled walls. In one corner of the shop black and white tiles have started to be installed. However, this shop is no longer under renovation, in fact it will never have the opportunity to open. Some of the residents of the small town of Hanover, Massachusetts would make sure of that.
The dream she spent eight years making was finally about to come true. Dawn Fazio, of Randolph, Massachusetts, had planned on opening Ink Haven Tattoo Studio. Fazio, a tattoo artist has been saving her money for nearly a decade so that she would be able to open her own tattoo studio. “I worked so hard to save that money. I have been working as a tattoo artist for more than fifteen years. It took me ten years to support myself and be able to save enough money to start my own business. It has been a goal of mine for such a long time and it was taken from me, just like that,” said Fazio.
A look into an attempt by TheQuad.com
to rival the giants of online social networking
by Jacqueline Dixon
The weather called for spurts of rain and it was particularly warm for a Saturday evening in November. The theatre district was crowded as usual, but cars began to slow down in curiosity as they passed through, hoping to catch a sneak a peek as to why there was an unusually long line, of about two hundred chicly dressed young women, forming down Boylston Street. Directly across the street, the Boston Commons offered a scenic view for all who stood in the line enduring heel-induced pain for over an hour.
With umbrellas as far as the eye could see, the line crept slowly towards the front door of the popular nightclub, The Estate. The path was laid with cobblestones and thesound of hundreds of heels clicking closer to the entrance seemed to get louder as many of the girls became anxious to get out of the rain. Stepping through the, rather small, entrance to the club, the intensity of the music, a blend between hip-hop and remixed techno tunes, began to pulsate through your body as you moved up the staircase and into the main part of the venue. The florescent, multi-colored revolving lights flickered throughout the club giving the atmosphere a disco-esque flair as eager faces searched the crowd for the nights’ most anticipated guest to appear.
This evening was especially exciting for the fashionistas of the city of Boston — the savvy club was hosting The Lauren Conrad Collection College Tour. But The Estate was merely the physical host of this extravaganza — TheQuad.com was the primary sponsor for the show, along with Aldo shoes and Mark cosmetics.
TheQuad.com, which was created by College Tonight, Inc., a publicly-traded social media company based in Los Angeles that develops and operates various properties focused on the college demographic, signed an endorsement deal with Lauren Conrad in April 2008, officially making her the national spokesperson for the company. The Quad chose Lauren because she is the star of the popular TV show, The Hills, on MTV, as well as a hit within the demographic that they are attempting to target — 18-24 year old college students.
By Pablo Dalton
The lobby of the Church of Scientology on 448 Beacon Street in Boston is rustic and tacky. Every surface is covered in plastic-shelled gift packages of books, videos, and other propaganda, one of which is specifically devoted to explaining the ills of psychology and psychiatric medicine. An early-generation flatscreen television with a built-in DVD/VCR player (the door to the VCR slot had broken off) bubbles quietly with a recruiting video displaying stereotyped youths of every ethnicity declaring abstract motivational sentiments. A Caucasian girl dressed like a Native American with paint on her cheeks declares serenely, “I believe in peace,” and then the video’s ambient music peaks, a Scientology logo popping up onscreen followed by information on the Church’s youth program. A woman named Carol with glossy eyes and big lips in a black pantsuit would not speak to me unless I filled out a “Routing Form,” allowing the Church access to my name, physical and email addresses, and other personal information. Their receptionist said, “The Church doesn’t have a stand on the issue. There’s nothing we can tell you that you can’t find out on your own.” The information that there would be a protest in 15 minutes seemed to startle her, and as I left, the lobby began bustling with Scientologists as though they had materialized from every corner of the three-story brownstone.
Anthony Simone represents a movement called Anonymous. This opposition to the Church is without leadership or centralization, and its wrath is viral. Appropriately, the logo for the “group” is a suited figure with no head. Their cause is perpetuated by individuals united only by their computers and blunt desire to dismantle the Church entirely. On November 15th, 2008, Simone and the Anons gathered as they do, once a month, to remind the Church that it was still under attack.
It was overcast around 11am when Simone arrived in front of the Church. He wore a black ballroom mask that he later removed, a sharp double-breasted charcoal overcoat and jeans.
“[I’ve been involved] since the beginning,” he said, and his exposure to the movement was through flyers and online threads. He is the closest thing to an administration that Anonymous has in Boston.
By Paul Daveport
“Maybe you have a good career, family, success, everything is together except for one thing that you need,” Person no. 924902369 on craigslist personals predicts, “you crave cock and want to be treated like a slut.” Person no. 924902369, whose real name is anonymous and pretty much untraceable on craigslist’s massive and always changing personal’s database, is “Married – Looking for Older Married,” is 50, and is a man looking for a lady. He will probably find such a friend on craigslist judging by the frequency and variety of users with similar interests who flood the site daily. One will generally find people searching for a “first time encounter” with another married individual, or an old pro who’s scouring the field for some “new tail”, in numbers and variety that show this site is doing something right in providing a space to solicit something society generally views as morally wrong.
With around 40-60 posts under “miscellaneous romance” in the Boston area craigslist on any given work day, a little more than half of them involve married people looking for some kind of satisfaction outside of their legal spousal commitment. The internet has always been a place where people are free to anonymously air their indiscretions without fear of judgement, and usually to find friends. But the anonymity of most scandalous internet industries has long been in tact throughout the general public, especially during the daytime. All this is changing, though, as other internet sites devoted to just this specific secretive activity have started emerging, taking the position that everyone should know this is happening, but no one has to know who’s participating.
By Shayna Curran
Christine took a very large dosage all at once. “Ahh, these fuckers show up every fucking time”, is the last thing she says before her face goes completely blank. She looks at the ground as if it is water swallowing her up; her neck sways rapidly back and forth as she avoids something coming up from the floor that no one else can see. She curls up her knees in horror, trying to get her feet on the couch. Mark is next to her, and in her flailing, she latches on to Marks thigh for dear life. Mark and Christine are friendly when sober, but certainly not on a thigh grabbing basis. They have both lost their sense of propriety completely. After she stops moving, Christine is still clearly out of it, but more catatonic than manic.
By Tiffany Bagby
The lab is a typical college laboratory. Long work table with black fireproof tops. Three individuals stand in front of an apparatus. All three are wearing safety goggles, gloves, and are casually chatting about their classes that day. There are no white coats, no stiffness, and no quietness. They meet every Friday at 12:30 pm in the Bridgewater Science building to work on their research. The two students, Amanda Bragan and Julie Martell, are working alongside Dr. Edward Brush to discover new methods of creating a higher quality bio-diesel fuel. They hope their new methods will in turn be used to help the environment. Their goal is to utilize Bridgewater’s waste vegetable oil and turn it into fuel to run the college’s buses.
Dr. Brush is an associate professor and chairperson of the chemical sciences at Bridgewater State College. However, he focuses much of his teaching and research on the study of green chemistry. He, along with current students, is developing new and green scientific methods. Although the well-being of the planet has not been at the forefront of most people’s minds, the reality is that we are heading down a path of destruction. It is no secret that society has cared very little about our impact on the earth. Many are fair-weather environmentalists who recycle once in awhile or purchase the re-usable bags at Stop and Shop and then oftentimes forget to bring them. Scientists are trying harder than ever to create new and environmentally friendly methods to create better products that are not harmful to the environment. In achieving this goal, scientists must essentially create new methods to replace the old and harmful methods that have been around for years.
By Miaisha Murrell
Lynn Sousa, food service employee of the commuter cafeteria, was the first person to put the nutritional facts of her food on her station. She made a whole book that is displayed on the highest part of the station near the pick-your-own veggies for the Asian stir-fry section. “My boss liked my book so he made everyone put the nutritional facts up on their stations,” Lynn glows with pride at this fact. Lynn Sousa, a mother to a son with a serious allergy to sweat and sour sauce understands the importance of ingredients. “Now that they have the ingredients will also help people make better decisions,” said Richardson Pierre-Louis.
Most students get the “freshman fifteen” speech before they leave to college with other statements about alcohol, partying and all-nighters before tests. Beware of the “freshman fifteen” one would say. It’s true that some students gain weight in college while others lose weight. There is a serious change in life-style patterns while in college.
By Heather Novacek
Walking into a familiar place you have been to before, having the doors opened for you, having the hostess pull out the chair, relaxing in a low lit atmosphere, and knowing someone is slaving over a hot meal just for you is wonderful. Seeing a jam packed restaurant on a Friday night at six o’clock on November 29th at the Olive Garden in Taunton is very exciting. Seeing all these hungry mouths that are just waiting to be fed and money to be made was making every server very happy. Walking past the crowded lobby and taking a left through the swinging doors into the disorganized kitchen, servers are already panicking about long ticket times, getting fifteen percent tips, and getting impatient about tables that are just camping and don’t look to be on their merry way anytime soon. Servers are yelling at other servers to get out of the way, people are not watching what they are doing, resulting in tall green glasses filled with beverages are getting broken and spilt on the floor, and nice hot dishes with fleshly made food are accidentally falling to the floor. Black books are being slammed once servers see what is written on the credit card slip. It looks to be another typical night at the Olive Garden.
Behind the kitchen door there is plenty of swearing from the servers, servers mocking their guests, and servers hating what they see in the black book. Being in this business and trying to pay for what everyone else has to afford is hard. A single mom trying to make extra cash, a cop looking for extra dough to feed her five month old daughter or a student trying to make their way through college by serving can become highly stressful with many pet peeves arising. Whether it is someone walking out on the bill, kids throwing cheerios all over the floor, guests not tipping appropriately, people walking in ten minutes right before the doors are suppose to close it is all quite overwhelming. What are some of the things that annoy the nice waitress or waiter that so lovingly take care of your every need when you are dining out? What are their biggest pet peeves? Here are the top seven pet peeves from seven being annoying, to one being the ultimate pain in the behind.
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By Jess Kline
Come home from a long day of getting up earlier than you wanted to and doing crap you didn’t want to do all day long, you sit in your spot on the couch and grab the remote control.
Turn it on and the first thing you see is a middle-aged woman crying. “Allison is just a really bright girl. She was studying to be pre-med but now my sister is a drug addict – –
Flick.
How interesting, Snoop Dogg’s family…. The little girl can’t study because there’s music blasting through the premises; she gets up to solve the mystery and finds her father, Snoop Dogg, sitting alone in a shed blasting a beat. “Dad, I’m tryin’ to study.” “Got you baby,” and he turns off the music. Deep show, very stimulating.
Flick.
Ah, now some lady cooking, how exciting…maybe it’ll be good…. “Now kids will love this. But I especially love it because it combines some of my favorite flavors: peanut butter, I’m just insane for peanut butter….” Not hungry and don’t want to be.
Flick.
By Amanda Sullivan
Dr. Diana Fox sits in her small office in Burrill Office Complex at Bridgewater State College surrounded by books and eco-friendly shopping bags. She pretends to be answering one of the beauty pageant interview questions. Her neck extends and her eyes widen behind her glasses as she puts on an enormous fake optimistic smile to talk about the problem of world hunger.
“World Hunger is a great problem” says Fox as her voluminous curly hair falls behind her and she talks in a phony buoyant voice. Fox, however, becomes her usual professor of anthropology and gender studies to say that she has not studied the effects of beauty pageants, but feels “there is a certain standard of beauty.”
This standard of beauty is often heavily criticized because it is seen as unrealistic. The negatives views concerning beauty pageants were tossed aside when Sarah Palin, a former beauty pageant contestant, came to be Vice Presidential candidate for John McCain and proved that beauty queens are not just trophies and most of them end up becoming successful role models.
By Ryan Thomas
Nestled discreetly, ignoring the obscene wavering flag in front that says “Open,” like a ghost town along a Broad Street sidewalk, just between an abandoned café and a tacky-looking nail salon, is an unfinished staircase leading to the second floor of a seemingly barren business complex. Atop the staircase, one’s nose might be directed at the clean smell of incense (sans the peppermints, and strawberry alarm clocks for that matter) flooding out the seams of a glass door, labeled with a decoratively-bohemian green font, signifying the business’s name: “The Happy Campah.”
Within the store is an arsenal of “tobacco”-based paraphernalia; shelves and cases are lined and filled with decorative glass pieces, hand-crafted by both local and not so local artists, including, amongst the most noticeable aesthetic exhibits, a three-hundred-dollar Yoda-resemblant water bubbler, making the store appear to be a sort of bohemian museum of fine arts. The owner is very meticulous about his products: a single air bubble will constitute a whole shipment’s contamination (he prefers female artists particularly for their general attention to detail and quality craftsmanship). Country music livens up the small space and entertains the owner, at least when he’s not rampantly absorbing every word spoken on his preferentially-political talk radio stations (which spout out of his speakers 90% of the time).
The aforementioned owner, who can be found here most days of the week with his signature brown braid-brimmed leather cowboy hat, is known simply as “Smokey” (or Oscar, the surname he uses in case shit gets too deep). He resembles an aging Warren Beatty, ignoring the crime-busting role of Dick Tracey portrayed by the actor; Clyde would be a more fitting character comparison. One can’t help but observe the laid-back manner by which the unshaven store-owner presents himself, whether reclining on his stool, phone in hand, flicking cigarette ashes out of a hole cut out of the adjacent window’s screen, or pacing around the store, in his black socks and sneakers, humoring youthful shoppers with a feigned sense of restlessness (“Get what you need and get out of here,” he might joke). But really his tone of voice is more passive and unassuming, unless he feels compelled to speak out against true topics of personal consternation. When a previous scheduled interview session fell through (due to interviewer negligence), he said, “Where were you on Friday? I was all dressed up in a suit.” This was not an instance of sincere frustration, as he is not easily offended, and certainly never feels compelled to dress to impress. However, a light-hearted apology was in order: “Sorry to miss seeing you in your tuxedo.”
By Steve Pavao
Hidden within the halls of B.M.C. Durfee High School, adjacent to the school’s library and main office, is a classroom where students don’t so much file in but greet each other like friends would in the halls of the school between classes. In fact, this room is more like a workshop or lab, an area where projects are constantly worked on and creative ideas fly around. This place is FRED-TV, or Fall River Educational Television, launched in 1994, and it is the epicenter of one of Fall River, Massachusetts’ two public access channels. However, it’s the only one featuring material produced and/or directed by high school students.
A family isn’t specifically reserved for those related by blood or marriage. Sometimes, it is made and bonded by a similar vested interest in a subject where teamwork is crucial. Without a cohesive union of personality and skills, a television crew made up of teenagers won’t get much work done, let alone produce, direct, film, and edit. One wouldn’t think a group of high school teenagers could have so many skills and experience in the media field at such a young age.
“Everyone in the studio gets along, like a family,” says Senior Chelsea Souza, 17, who has completed some and is still taking classes in the program. “FRED-TV prepares you for the field. It teaches you a lot. I was able to get a job at FRED-TV that lets me communicate with people.”
Media literacy, the basic understanding of using technological skills in the media field, is the prime mission statement of the program, and someone like Souza has had the ability to become involved with a class that gets students out into the work force, rather than staying within the confines of a concrete building for roughly six hours a day.
By Lauren Saldi
Phillip Coppolino worked as a baker during the day. When he came home from a long day of work he liked to make wine. The red and white wine was made in the cellar of his home with help from his family. To him, wine was not a job; it was a passion.
Pasquale Truglia worked as a laborer for most of his life. But once he retired, his life was dedicated to making his own wine. Just like Phillip, it was his passion in life. He was so dedicated to making wine, that he would never drink store bought wine. He would only drink the wine he made in his own cellar. Just like Phillip, this was a family affair in which each member of the family had an important role. Along with the family, friends were important too.
Without the family and friends, this wine process could never have been done and neither Phillip nor Pasquale would have ever been able to fulfill their passion: to make their own wine.
By Amanda Sullivan
“It’s like Christmas. Sometimes I find something I never knew I bought or thought I lost” says Katie Cummings when she looks around her dorm. The microscopic sized dorm room features drawers that do not close, a closet overflowing onto the floor, and a bed hidden beneath the other clothes that cannot be shoved into the closet or drawers. And all she can say is “Just put your stuff anywhere and just push that stuff there out of your way.”
Katie is comfortable with her extravagant amount of clothes and her lack of space because she’s stuck. Her option to get rid of all her hard-earned clothes and have a clutter free dorm limits her clothing choices while enjoying the Christmas surprise allows her to keep up with the latest fashion trends.
Katie Cummings has chosen Christmas. She is not alone. Elyse Harper, a Bridgewater State College commuter student, also chose Christmas. Her private room is painted with “way too many clothes floating around” some she says with a laugh “don’t even fit anymore.” When asked whether she has clothes she would never wear she laughs again and hints at the possibility that there may be a pair of footie pajamas that grandma got her but she is “just too cool to wear” them. Many others are in the same boat. Kalyn Harkins, an Emmanuel College student, shares the same experience of having too many clothes and not enough space. She says there are “clothes with tags on them in my closet” but she hopes she “will wear them eventually.” It does not hit college students alone. Josh Fear a student of The Australian Institute found that eighty-eight percent of people have at least one room just for clutter or as he calls it a “clutter room.”
By Heather Novacek
As I walk up the cemented path of the white raised ranch house on 364 Vermont Avenue, I think about the man who had his last breath on the orange flowered couch. I think about the man who raised his five children in the home and also his battle with cancer. Knowing only that this man died from Lymphoma cancer on September 29, 1975 makes me want to learn about his fight against the disease. Not all grandchildren have the pleasure of meeting their grandparents, and I am one of them. Having my grandfather die eleven years before I was born and not knowing much about his life, made myself want to investigate who really was Richard Novacek.
Sitting down with my grandmother and looking at scrapbooks that she had put together after his death was very fascinating. Just looking at some pictures and reading about him from some newspaper clippings gave me a small look at to what I was going to learn about my grandfather. Knowing his major battle in his life was him trying to beat the cancer was what I wanted to learn about.
By Shayna Curran
At Bridgewater State College, the second floor lounge of the campus center is forbidden territory for most of the student body, although it is always the most populated area of the building. From the lounge, shouting, heated debates, and laughter can be heard anywhere on the three tiered foyer. Get a little closer, and you will see a group of darkly-clad students, some of them lying down, others cuddling, most of them engaged in lively conversation.
The regulars at the lounge typically have some affiliation with the Adventure Role-Playing Club, or ARPC – an official organization recognized by the school for over a decade. During the day, they surf the internet, discuss politics, and maybe do some schoolwork between classes. But nighttime is when official club business begins.
By Jess Kline
“You probably can’t get a fair trial in front of juries anymore.” This quote, from a doctor who has been called upon by the Massachusetts Courts on approximately 200 occasions or so over the last decade or so as an expert in his field, was referring to a specific type of trial. This same type of trial evoked an ex-state public defender, who is now federal, to say that the process has “juries sizing up whether people deserve to be released, if they’d been punished enough.”
“No one wants to sound sympathetic to sex offenders,” said Dr. Brown, a doctor of psychology practicing out of Newton, Mass. It’s true; they may have done unspeakable things. But, these people, sex offenders (even the words turn your stomach a little), are subjected to a process that seems to be very unique to them. They are the only type of criminal that gets sentenced, does their time (which is usually pretty long), and then may or may not be released, depending on whether the D.A. thinks they will do it again. Although it sounds like double jeopardy, these are “civil” commitments and so do not infringe upon such right. They are retried and then either released or committed to a mental health facility indefinitely, until they no longer pose a threat.
Of course no one wants sex offenders running the streets, but the process does not run the way it was intended. There are many leaks in this fairly new faucet. The law, which was severely revamped in 1999 to include much more people into the category of sex offenders, provokes a series of prejudices. First of all, before they are retried in a process called a Sexually Dangerous Persons (SDP) Civil Commitment Trial to determine if they pose a significant threat to society, there is a hearing in which a judge will decide whether the case is worth going to Court. There’s a potential problem there though. One main reason why these laws were rewritten was because during the ‘90s, there was a lot of negative media coverage of judges releasing people who would then reoffend. As a result, some judges are afraid of letting the wrong guy go free and living to regret it; it may seem easier to just not take the risk. It’s a horrible thing to live with, to think you inadvertently caused a sex crime.
English 280: The Journalistic Essay 