Do They Know It’s Christmas? Holiday Blackouts

By Shane Smith

The holiday season has passed us by once again in a blur of lights, booze, family and booze. For some it brought with it happy anticipation. For others, panic-­filled trepidation. But before we get lost in all the melodrama that comes with a new semester, I say we have to look at what the holidays meant for us.

First (and by first I mean second), there was New Year’s: that hazy night of drinking and partying that exists for the sole purpose of getting together with family and friends and over-­indulging in a borderline hedonistic fashion that Plato would say leaves our souls more tattered than they started out as we feed only their most superficial and basic aspect.

And then there is the materialism of Christmas, which is defined by extravagant food, copious drinking (though to a lesser extent; you have to be marginally put together for a family photo) and the added materialistic “evil” of gift-­ giving. Some say that gifts are no longer a token of appreciation, but rather an obligation. Others charge that most gifts now lack sincerity: people fall back on a generic option that reveals how little they know about the people around them, or else a comedic gift that is funny for all of one minute.

Many say that this materialism has eclipsed the meaning of Christmas, whether that meaning be the celebration of the Savior or else the celebration of our capacity for good will that defines the Christmas spirit. I say that this reasoning is circular. It may sound like the dim-­witted moral behind a claymation special featuring deformed tundra fauna, elves determined to fight their own destiny and giant beasts brainwashed through torture by tooth removal. But people are undeniably kinder during this season, and this fact may very well be impossible to extricate from gift-­giving. Both are inherent in Christmas.

So at least Christmas has an excuse for its uglier aspects. Go ahead, get drunk and search desperately for some other lonely soul to kiss as the ball drops. But know that this is only a stopgap; your life will still be waiting for you, accompanied by a massive hangover.

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Smith is Features Editor and an Undeclared Sophomore

 

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Do They Know It’s Christmas? Holiday Blackouts

By Kathleen Joyce

As we watch the plants around us die and the world become a frozen wasteland before our very eyes, it is natural for human beings as a species to need parties -­ there is literally nothing else to do while we wait for the sun to come back. Thankfully, early (and not-­so-­early) mankind made up holidays for us. The Messiah was born? Great, let’s have Christmas. The Maccabees hid in a cave for eight days? Awesome, Happy Chanukkah! A member of the Black Power movement wants to throw off the shackles of the White Man’s Holiday? Sweet, Kwanzaa it is. We went through all the major religions, all the cultural groups, grasping onto anything that might make a nice dinner. And then we ran out of plausible reasons to celebrate.

To humanity’s credit, that didn’t stop us. In fact, in our boldest move yet, we invented our most debaucherous winter holiday to commemorate absolutely nothing. Seriously, take a look at the so-­called logic behind New Year’s Eve: “This calendar which we totally made up is about to say something different than it did before. Let’s get drunk and count!” It’s the most beautiful non sequitur I’ve ever seen.

New Year’s Eve is the ideal holiday for wayward college students. A holiday whose only message is “Time is passing -­ WE NEED ALCOHOL.” What could be more college than that? There is no family to see, no gifts to give: the only obligation is to stay up until midnight and celebrate however you want. New Year’s Eve goes beyond the simple consumerism and materialism of Christmas and into the realm of pure hedonism, to self-­indulgence at its finest. No other holiday is so pointless, or so wonderful.

There is a reason you never hear anyone say “Christmas was great -­ I don’t remember a thing!” No one has ever (or should ever) throw a Christmas rager. There is only one person in the history of time who had an excuse to wake up in a barn on Christmas morning with no idea how he got there, and that was only because Mary and Joseph couldn’t be bothered to find a decent hotel and God apparently didn’t feel like performing another miracle that day. Christmas should stick to what it’s good at: namely passive-­aggressive battles over who half-­assed Secret Santa. Let New Year’s Eve handle the decadence. _________________________________________________________

Joyce is Commentary Editor and an Art History / English Sophomore

 

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How to Survive the Holidays: A Guide to Getting Through Winter Break

By Marie Planell

My family is crazy. I mean like inexplicably, certifiably insane. To begin with, I’m the youngest kid on both sides of the group – a motley crew made up of my 15 cousins, 11 of whom are boys, and nearly all of whom you would expect to find crushing Natty Light cans against their foreheads in a frat house. This unfortunate fact has rendered me both the baby of the family and, as my brother lovingly christened me while we were canoeing on a white-­water rafting trip, dead weight. My childhood consisted mostly of bearing witness to the ridiculous exploits of my brother and cousins – I’ve been a spectator to unnecessarily violent football games, failed BMX tricks, and marathon competitions of GoldenEye 007. I’ve played a secret agent in home movies and been shot in the ass with an air gun. I can (and do) conduct entire conversations using only quotes culled from Family Guy, Austin Powers and every Judd Apatow movie ever made.

Thus far, being dead weight has served me pretty well – especially come holiday time when family affairs take a turn for the worse, as in from slightly weird to actual clusterfuck. Something tells me this strange and sudden deterioration of polite behavior isn’t a phenomenon exclusive to my family, but still I’m not sure what it is about dropping temperatures and leaves turning orange (perhaps the sudden availability of hot alcoholic beverages?) that incites my relatives to act like there’s a perpetual full moon. In past years, the holiday season has found my cousin Jeff nearly concussing himself by crawling headfirst into a sliding glass door and my cousin Katie responding to her mother’s slightly tipsy state by quipping “Mom, put a lampshade on your head.”

But now the Christmas season is approaching and I’m still here, stuck in the South where it’s sixty-­five degrees in December (what the fuck, weather?), and stuck with my roommates who are not raging Irish alcoholics. As I listen to the soundtrack from A Charlie Brown Christmas and meticulously compose my wish list, I find myself almost longing for the wonderful dysfunction of home -­ and I bet I’m not alone in that. Therefore, in honor of pumpkin pie-­induced recklessness, I present my guide to all things holiday-­related. Sit back, relax, and tip some rum into your hot cider when your grandmother isn’t looking.

A Charlie Brown Christmas: In my opinion, this is the only Christmas movie worth watching. It has everything you could want in a holiday movie: ridiculously good music, Snoopy, an ice-­skating scene, a nativity play, and a cautionary warning about the over-­commercialization and secularization of Christmas. What could be more festive? Finally, it reminds us what the holiday season is really all about: hockey sticks.

Bailey’s Irish Cream: Horrifyingly sweet liqueur that should only be considered viable during the holiday season. I also suspect it’s been responsible for every injury my mom has ever sustained while dancing at a party.

Candy Canes: I like to remove one every time I walk by the Christmas tree, squirreling them away for purposes of eating and hanging from the neckline of my dress at holiday parties (sorry, I’m a Xmas slut).

Fights: I’ve recently been informed by my friend Audrey that every holiday family gathering must include at least one ridiculous fistfight. I was blissfully unaware of this fact, given that the closest my family has come to physical fight in recent memory consisted of my mom and three aunts arguing over the comedic value of Bridesmaids after two bottles of white wine.

Football: Although the majority of this article has focused on the snowflake-­coated shitshow that is the birth of our Lord, I must digress for a moment. Everyone knows that Thanksgiving is the true football holiday, and my Thanks-giving experience last year was like a boozier version of a Norman Rockwell painting. A trip to the boondocks of Connecticut to visit my cousins was followed by a marathon eating session, a bonfire in the woods, and the pur-chasing of various apple-­related paraphernalia at a nearby orchard. But I didn’t find myself spiraling into parox-ysms of New England-themed joy until the morning after Thanksgiving, when we piled into my uncle’s pickup truck and drove to the local high school to watch the neighborhood boys play football. I do like football, but what I like even more is watching guys rip off their shirts and smash into each other. God bless America.

Hard cider: The bestest drink in the whole wide wonderful world of alcohol. Should be enjoyed while reading a John Irving novel and sitting in a corner at a holiday function, accompanied by a look of disdain and world-­weariness on one’s face.

Tree trimming: Until about three years ago, the process of trimming and decorating the Christmas tree brought great joy to my life. That was until the fateful night when my brother’s ineptitude at rigging the tree stand led our Christmas tree to fall over, and the majority of our treasured ornaments suddenly became amputees. My favorite ornament, the fat cat, perished without a sound, and ever since tree trimming has been a solemn event in my holiday calendar. RIP fat cat.

Cocktails: No explanation necessary.

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Planell is Commentary Assistant and an Undeclared Sophomore

A New Pattern for Fashion: How Quincy Apparel is Redefining the Industry

By Elise Mixon

A day in the life of a young entrepreneur is anything but normal. When asked what a typical day of a Quincy Apparel founder looks like, Alex Nelson replied, “We could be running up and down 38th Street in the Garment District between fittings and production meetings… presenting to investors or potential partners on business development ideas… or we could be in our office and showroom with all-­hands-­on-­deck packing shipments after a big sales event.” In short, Alex Nelson and Christina Wallace are living the dream of any young fashion-­business hopeful. Why are they running all over New York City with dress patterns and fabrics (and doing it in heels)? They do it in the name of every woman who has ever felt overdressed, underdressed, frumpy or that her bank account is running on fumes all in the name of her workplace wardrobe.

Quincy Apparel can most easily be described as a chic and affordable business clothing line for the young professional woman. The blazers are smart, and their Riley Sheath dress is the ideal piece for an effortless transition from the office to after-­work drinks downtown. One might be tempted to think that this is just another J. Crew or Ann Taylor, but Quincy is more than that. Quincy Apparel is all about the fit. And founders Alex Nelson and Christina Wallace have the hard work and data to prove it.

Nelson and Wallace have been friends since they began studying at the Harvard Business School (HBS), and “knew [they] wanted to build a business together at ‘some point in the future’.” It was after hearing (and voicing some of their own) countless complaints from friends of ill-­fitting, unattractive and expensive clothing for the office that Nelson and Wallace decided to “fix all of those frustrations through a better designed product with smarter sizing.” After analyzing statistics detailing the average measurements of American women, Nelson and Wallace realized that the dress forms used by other women’s business apparel lines are based on body types that aren’t anywhere near representative of the country’s population as a whole. So, the two inspired entrepreneurs set out to make real clothes to fit real women. The challenges any entrepreneur faces are tough, but as Nelson and Wallace would soon dis-­ cover, going against the grain of an established industry is even harder.

Just about a year after graduating HBS, the two friends officially incorporated and moved to New York City. Within a span of four to eight months after the move, both Nelson and Wallace quit their jobs and began working at Quincy full-­time. The first issue to tackle was, obviously, money. Nelson and Wallace were their own initial investors; then followed closely by friends and family. They manage to raise about “$1M seed round of angel and venture capital in May 2012; exactly a year after [they] started Quincy.” In other words, just a year after its inception investors had donated a million dollar for their business start-­up. Not long after that, Quincy Apparel found a permanent office and showroom space “in the heart of NYC’s garment district.”

Finding money and a workspace weren’t the greatest challenges Nelson and Wallace faced. “Convincing the industry insiders to try a different approach,” Nelson says, is what gave them the most frustration. These “industry insiders” include everyone involved in the making of clothing—from the patternmakers to the factories—none of whom were happy about changing the fundamental way their dress forms were structured.Thankfully, they were successful in their endeavor to make this revolutionary idea a reality: business clothing that is actually based on the measurements of real American women, rather than the Kate Mosses on the world. When ordering from Quincy Apparel online, they will even send you an additional size up or down, in case the one you ordered doesn’t fit.

Being a young female entrepreneur also has its own hurdles to overcome, Wallace explains. “Being afraid to ask specifically for what they want and taking pride in their achievements” are two of the greatest obstacles young women face in the business arena. An all too common misconception women seem to possess is the belief that the merit of their work and ef-fort will speak for itself. “But that’s just not true,” Wallace argues. American business always has been and always will be a highly competitive sector to become involved in. People are busy and often too concerned with their own achievements and failures to look around and notice what others in a similar position may be doing. When it comes to asking for what they want,“[women] think it’s too forward or we’re being a burden or it’s not appropriate to ask for a favor before giving one.” In response to this largely circulated misconception, Wallace cites Kathryn Minshew’s advice in her article for the Harvard Business Review blog: “know what you want and tell everyone around you.”

A little over a year and a half since the official start of Quincy, Nelson and Wallace have a lot to show for their hard work. Not only is their line increasing by the season (they are finishing a new holiday collection at the moment), but the Quincy blog (The Quintessentialist) is full of interesting posts, from up and coming artists to a useful DIY tip on how to reduce winter-­static on your clothes. Nelson and Wallace are nowhere near where they intend to be, though. They want to “cater to the ambitious, professional woman at all stages of her life, from her first internship or interview in college through her career and onto her last non-­profit board seat into retirement.” This means not only increasing the breadth of clothing design, but also introducing a written component inspiring and warning women as to what is appropriate in the workplace. “Dressing for work is not as straightforward as it is for men,” Wallace says, “it’s actually a series of landmines that you often don’t learn about until you make a mistake.”

And that’s what Quincy Apparel is here for: to help women before they step on those land mines. Nelson and Wallace provide the advice and the merchandise to help women dress appropriately, yet stylishly, in the workplace. They have managed to fight against both an industry disinclined towards change and the obstacles of starting your own business in a truly admirable fashion. Hopefully, before graduation I can acquire some of the skills they wield so impressively. Plus, my wardrobe could really use a new blazer.

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Mixon is Web Assistant and an Undeclared Sophomore

 

Photo Credit (from top): fashinvest.com, quincyapparel.com

Dear Saint Nicholas,

I hope you will notice that I have chosen not to address this letter to “Santa Claus.” Frankly—if you’ll allow me to be so frank—I find your modern and commercial moniker to be overused and obtuse.

Recently, my friends and I were waiting in line at Urban Outfitters to buy ugly Christmas sweaters made out of reprocessed synthetic monkey eyelashes, and we got into a deep, quasi-­neo-­anti-­ironic-­intellectual conversation about the meaning of Christmas. A large majority of my three friends contended that the meaning of Christmas has become so commercialized that department stores are now encouraging a conflation of global religions in order to sell more holiday neckties and perfumes that smell like either nursing homes or funeral parlors (I can never tell which it is, exactly, as they both smell quite similar). The other majority of my friends argued that the meaning of Christmas, in fact, has become hyper-­commercialized; instead of buying gifts for others this season, they’ve decided to Instagram pictures of the gifts they would have bought and send them out via text message. My friend Chrysanthemum—she’s a Deconstructionist by nature but a Buddhist in theory—maintained that because meaning and the concept of meaning itself is unstable and only favors a Western binary of superiority and inferiority, our debate about the meaning of Christmas was irrelevant and banal. Nonetheless, they decided collectively that they still believe in you, Saint Nicholas. Ironically, of course, they’re Jewish.

I didn’t want to say this in front of my friends because I know that they would think I was being silly in that mainstream, I-­shop-­at-­H-­&-­M kind of way, but I still believe in you un-­ironically. I mean, I think it’s so cool that you’re totally off the grid at the North Pole—I only still keep up with my Facebook and Twitter and Tumblr and Myspace and LiveJournal and Foursquare and LinkedIn and Neopets ironically, but if I could get rid
of them, I would. Social media is much too mainstream for me (which is why I’m writing this letter on a piece of recycled vegan paper and not on my WordPress).

That being said, there are a few things that I would like to see waiting for me underneath my Christmas tree:
1) A new tricycle (after some dog-­walker slashed the tires of my 1973 Schwinn, I realized that I was bored of the “two tires only” concept anyways)
2) Biodegradable bamboo spoons
3) A taxidermizied reindeer for the wall next to my Ikea bookshelf (definitely not Rudolph—I would prefer Donner or Vixen, but I’ll settle for Prancer)
4) Harmonica
5) Fanny pack (bright neon green, please)
6) New white t-­shirts(my mom threw out all my other ones when she was doing my laundry because quote these sweat stains make you look like you went swimming in a Cup of Noodles! unquote. I tried to explain that I only wash my clothes every six weeks with tofu-­based detergent because I don’t want to kill the planet with unnecessary water consumption, but she wasn’t having it)

7) A case of PBR
8) Mason jars to drink my PBR
9) An espresso machine (making my cinnamon-­soy-­mocha-­ latte-­caffe-­americano-­frappuccino-­wheatgrass smoothies with a Keurig takes too much time)
10) A sense of humor
11) A pair of red BOBS, size 9 (the little-­known cousin of TOMS—not sure you’ve heard of them. If you buy one pair of shoes, they donate another pair to a starving artist in Williamsburg)
12) A note to my mom (can you please convince her to give me a bigger allowance?)

In conclusion, I would just like to say that I think you’re doing some really great work. “Santa Claus” is pretty much the greatest conception of performance art that anyone has ever executed (except for Blue Man Group…and Cirque de Soleil…and Lady Gaga—if you want to leave some tickets to her concert under my tree, too, I’m not saying I would complain). Maybe someday they’ll even put you in the MOMA.

Merry Christmas!
Kayla

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Corcoran is an English Sophomore

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Disabled Hoyas Suffer from Prejudice, Not Impairment

By Lydia Brown

Last month, I received a thank you note from an Autistic alumna for my writing on disability. “If I had had people like you around when I was at GU maybe my experie-nces wouldn’t have been so bad,” she wrote. Some might wonder whether her experiences were isolated incidents, but interviews with several disabled mem-bers of the Georgetown community suggest that neither her nor my experiences have occurred independently of an environment that encourages and permits ableism.

Unfortunately, most people have never even heard of ableism, never mind attempted to challenge it. Ableism is bigotry and prejudice against disabled people on the basis of actual or perceived disability, and like all other forms of oppression, is both systemic and individual. Yet just as racism can appear in a textbook, an offhand remark, a judicial system, or a white hood, ableism takes both overt and subtle forms. Cases like that of Paul Corby, who was denied placement on a list for heart transplants solely because he is Autistic and for no actual medical reason, provide egregious examples of ableism’s conse-quences, but much ableism is far less obvious. Ableism is one form of oppression, which is systematic disen-franchisement due to actual or presumed membership in a particular group (in this case, disabled people) as a result of the power exercised by the analogously privileged group (or able-­bodied and neuro-­typical people).

Izzi Angel, a student with bipolar disorder, said that she witnesses ableism from other students “all the time through language choices such as ‘crazy,’ ‘retarded,’ ‘stupid,’ ‘derpy’ [or] ‘lame.’” Most understand slurs against people of color, queers, women or members of religious minorities. Yet surprisingly few realize that their everyday voca-bulary is replete with language that has historically been used as weapons against the disabled and that their continued use of such language only further contributes to marginalization.

“I find it fascinating that people consider themselves liberal and urbane and good on issues of gender and sexual orientation and all of these kind of social issues,” says Evan Monod, a student with cerebral palsy. “The fact that they would be able to drop that word [retard] so casually betrays a real lack of knowledge and a real lack of empathy.”

Keegan Lehrer* found himself directly ostracized by his fellow students. Lehrer is Blind and Autistic. He used to be a Georgetown student, but transferred out after suffering from pervasive ableism from faculty, staff, and students. Lehrer remembers that the only student who ever spoke to him “felt completely comfortable asking me endless questions about blindness, including if I have sex (soon after meeting me, long before it would generally be considered an appropriate question).” Lehrer also remembers the same student telling him that everyone else sat as far away as possible from him during class.

Yet ableism is not merely relegated to students, nor to the language used to construct disability. “This semester alone I have been assigned so much problematic material,” Angel said. “Textbooks are often outdated and almost hilariously offensive.”

Take Alex Guttmacher*, a neurologically disabled student. He’s taking Fathali Moghaddam’s General Psychology class. Guttmacher’s textbook explains autism as “another condition characterized by impaired social contact,” claiming that Autistics “pay little attention to other people.” (The Autistic community, which has developed its own cultural and social norms, would argue that Autistic socializing is neither impaired nor deficient, but different or alternative.)

Lehrer remembered ableism during classes. “In one course, I had to listen to a well-­respected professor make extremely ableist comments,” he said. “She lectured for several classes on what it’s like to be blind. In spite of the fact that she was aware of having me as a student, it never occurred to her to ask me for my perspective. Rather, she felt sufficiently informed on the topic as a sighted person, which was made quite obvious by the fact that she regularly ignored my raised hand. For the record, this professor’s ideas about blindness were grossly inaccurate. Had this professor at least been somewhat accurate, I would have been much less bothered by the experience, but the combination of misinformation and unwillingness to include me in a discussion about my disability made the whole experience all the more suffocating.”

You’d think, however, that even if some professors are ableist, disabled students would find support from the Academic Resource Center or the deans. “I had one of the counselors at the ARC tell me that Georgetown isn’t legally required to provide me with Braille because ‘school is a choice,’” Lehrer said. “Saying this is not only incredibly ableist, but also completely illegal. By law, any school is required to provide all students with disabilities reasonable accommodations.”

Lack of consideration for different styles of movement, thought, and communication pervade all facets of life at Georgetown. Is it any wonder that disabled students, particularly those with invisible or non-­apparent disabilities, are closeted as disabled and uncomfortable with coming out? (Even several of my interviewees insisted that I not identify them.)

I asked my interviewees if they were ever surprised to encounter ableism in supposedly safe spaces. “At this point I don’t really expect anyone not to be ableist. It’s hard not to be cynical to the point of [being] somewhat misanthr-opic,” says Angel. Another student with mental health disabilities underscored Angel’s sentiment when he recalled an administrator from one of the diversity centers saying, “I don’t want any crazy people in here.”

Another interviewee mentioned a recent staff training about ableism, but the vast majority of professional and student employees are not provided with any diversity training specific to or inclusive of ableism. Unfortunately, a good amount of programming, coursework, and discussions around disability do little more than perpetuate already existing ableist ideas or philosophies despite the best of intentions.

“We aren’t openly challenging this [ableism],” says Kristin Ronzi, another disabled student. “Our society has talked about racism. We’ve talked about sexism. And there’s still a long way to go, but we’ve begun to have that discussion and we’ve begun to see what the problems are. I don’t think that we’ve begun to have these discussions about ableism.”

Ableism cannot be understood as an individual aberration, but must be examined as part of a hierarchy of inter-­ secting oppressions and privileges. Most who understand sociological privilege—unearned advantages or benefits derived from membership in a certain group—readily recognize that most Georgetown students expe-rience many privileges in addition to able-­bodied and neurotypical privilege. Compounding the effects of ableism, members of privileged groups can remain unaware both of their privilege and of the analogous oppression that those outside their group experience. As a result of such passive complacency, which is facilitated by societal norms that reinforce and center their experiences as normative, mem-­ bers of privileged groups are frequently unprepared and unwilling to examine their privilege, much less call it out in others.

In order to foster a culture of inclusion that celebrates disability as diversity and challenges the hostility keeping many disabled people closeted, classes must incorporate a critical disabilities studies perspective; discussions about diversity must meaningfully address disability identity; our administration must implement and enforce university-­wide anti-­ableism policies; and our discussions about disability must reject an exclusively medicalized model of disability. It is imperative that initiatives promoting a disability studies and civil rights perspective be recognized by the university and given the resources necessary to foster an environment where disability is understood as a natural and normal part of human diversity.

* Not real name.

For more information and to see the full interviews, go to thegeorgetownindependent.tumblr.com

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Brown is a Psychology and Arabic Sophomore

 

Photo Credit: Lydia Brown

Santa Claus is Coming to Class

By Lindsay Shea

Santa Claus is no easy man to portray. Perpetuated by nostalgic Coca-­Cola commercials and the affable he-roes of Christmas films, his jolly image, twinkling eyes and earnest belly laughs are synonymous with holiday happiness and cheer. His characteristic selflessness makes him emblematic of yuletide generosity. But, the process of becoming Santa Claus (for ordinary men at least) requires far more than just buttoning up a red co-at and doling out candy canes. While all Santas may share the same white beards and affinity for sugar coo-kies, earning the right to reign from a holly-­adorned throne and personify the dreams of millions is no simple task. Rather, these idealistic men, whether at shopping centers, neighborhood gift exchanges or company holiday parties, must strive to embody the very spirit of Christ-mas. In order to achieve this lofty goal, the jolliest of the jolly set out for the rare places in the world where such specialized expertise abounds -­ Santa School.

These heartwarming academies are dedicated to preserving the wonder and legacy of Santa Claus. Some of the most popular schools include the Santa University at Noerr Pole in Arvada, Colorado, the Charles W. Howard Santa Claus School in Midland, Michigan, the Victor Nevada Santa School in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, the Professional Santa Claus School in Denver and the International University of Santa Claus, all providing in-­depth training to a unique body of very dedicated students.

All of the schools seems to emphasized different facets of Santa’s personality. Some schools are fun, with Santa’s wives as Mrs. Clauses or training in exotic locations. Some are more traditional and sentimental, emphasizing the magic of Santa’s legend and teaching how best to perpetuate it. Others are more business-­oriented, with the focus how to manage a photo set and increase seasonal earnings. Despite these very different approaches to the pro-cess of becoming Santa, each school shares the common goal of improving the overall holiday experience for Santas and children alike. In order to reach the greatest audience possible, some schools even offer their classes in Spanish or American Sign Language.

Courses usually last three or four days in either the summer or fall, and cover a wide variety of relevant topics: everything from traditional Christmas songs to Santa lore to handling the media to responding to difficult client situations. Course materials include lectures on the importance of proper dress and makeup, posing for photo-graphs and videos, good conduct and maintaining physical health. Most importantly, though, is the lesson that the most suc-­ cessful Santas are the ones who are the most genuine. In a recent interview with Colorado Life Mag-azine, Noerr Program founder Judy Noerr explained: “It’s the heart of Santa that really matters. It’s that spirit of Santa that connects with children and makes them feel special.”

Schools like the Noerr Program’s Santa University and the Charles W. Howard Santa School share this senti-mental approach to their programs. One participant described the program’s staff as people who “emphasize the importance of the spirit. They promote the spirit of generosity, the spirit of grace, the spirit of unconditional acceptance of all people. But also … [their] professionalism. They try to reach excellence all the time … and it’s very encouraging to have that kind of background support.” Here, Santas share personal stories and touching memories from holidays past and inspire each other to be the most authentic Santa possible.

Likewise, the Howard School aims “to uphold the traditions and preserve the history of Santa Claus; to pro-­ vide our students with the necessary resources that allow them to further define and improve their individual presen-tations of Santa Claus.” As the oldest and most reputable Santa School in the world, the Howard School has been running continuously since 1937 and serves about one hundred students every year. It emphasizes the import-ance of community and stresses how to delicately answer children’s questions about the North Pole or their impossible, selfless requests to cure sicknesses or reunite families. In a 2010 interview with ABC News, the school’s dean, Tom Valent, addressed the heavy responsibilities Santas feel to appease children’s idealistic expectations and uphold the holiday legend that “Santa has to be perfect.” He reminded students, “Never think you are the real Santa. It’s a privilege, not a job.”

Another standout Santa is Jack Sanderson, who is the subject of the documentary Becoming Santa and was recently profiled by the Oprah Winfrey Network and ABC’s Good Morning America. Sanderson was initially inspired by what he identified as an American “subculture of Santa” and so attended both the American Events School and the Victor Nevada Santa School. The latter emphasizes a professionalized approach to Santa, offering training to “elevate your performance, sharpen your abilities and help you become the best Santa possible” while also teaching the marketable skills of “acting, voice, character development, pre-­sentation and scripting.” Despite his relative inexperience, Sanderson stands to be one of the most successful Santas in the world; he earned about $16,000 last year as Cartier’s corporate Santa in Hong Kong.

Like any august institution of higher education, Santa Schools instill a sense of pride and responsibility in those who wear the red suit. For their students, Santa Claus is much more than just a familiar childhood figure; he is a role model. He cannot be impersonated but must be em-­ bodied, with a transformation that starts in the heart.

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Shea is Features Assistamt and an English Sophomore

 

Photo Credit: The Guardian

Overthrown, but Not Over: The Legacy of the Occupy Movement

By Michael Mungiello

November 30th marked the anniversary of Occupy D.C.’s Declaration’s signing. The movement itself began on October 1st 2011, as activists occupied McPherson Square on K Street. They gathered, inspi-red by similar acts in New York, in order to oppose what they perceived to be a corrupt financial system recently unmasked. Efforts in McPherson Square were echoed throughout the city, as like­minded men and women occupied Freedom Plaza. Both these camps persisted until the police violently cleared them off the public ground in the second week of February 2012. The spirit of the movement lives on in Occupy D.C.’s paper/corresponding website by the name of D.C. Mic Check and their talk radio station, Voices of the 99%.

Now that there is a significant stretch of time between the present and Occupy’s hey-­day, we may begin to look with an objective eye at the results of protesters’ labors. They sought to change not only our awareness of financial injustices, but also our attitude toward the concept of occupation. As their Declaration explains, “recognizing that the term ‘occupy’ is associated with exploitation, violence, and imperialism, we are reclaiming it to mean the peaceful liberation of public space.” The atmosphere invoked was one in which, for once, the oppressed were occupying and not the oppressors. This movement gave to many a distinct sense of hope that we may all prevail against “corporate dominance,” hipster and plebs alike.

Unfortunately, the strength of Occupy’s communal flame has melted the candle to its root too quickly. The movement seems to have gone dead, and with nobody protesting in person anymore the Squares are as quiet as ever. This is disheartening because it seems to imply that we have lost again to the financial Moloch of Wall Street. We have raised our voices only to be swiftly and strongly silenced. We did lose, didn’t we? The movement lacked organization and, we are told, was composed merely of the lazy and privileged. As far as specifics went, their Declaration reads only that “it is absurd that the 1 percent has taken 40 percent of the nation’s wealth through exploiting labor, outsourcing jobs, and manipulating the tax code to their benefit through special capital tax rates and loopholes.” Ambiguous generalities galore. The overall output of this document was an atmosphere, and not a concrete plan.

Occupy groups were overly self-­righteous as well. By identifying Occupy movements by region, these protestors created an air of exclusivity at a time when we had most cause to be united. The fact that there was Occupy D.C. and Occupy Wall Street rather than a united, non-­regional whole speaks to the petty egoism that brought the movement down. But the so-­called defeat of Occupy is not total, it is not complete. There are many enriching things we can learn from the Occupy movement and it’s metamorphosis.

In a recently published article from D.C. Mic Check, the paper examines what Occupy truly is. The conclusion reached was that Occupy is “one part of a local, national and global continuum of resistance against austerity, union-­busting, disaster profiteering and other forms of hierarchical, moneyed oppression.” However even this definition, seemingly delivered from a sober eye looking back at an idealism far in the past, is flimsy upon examination. Occupy lacks authority and consistency because it constantly defines itself by what it is not. Occupy has to find something to stand for rather than stand against.

(McPherson Square, after Occupy was cleared out.) 

What Occupy did inspire was not the continuation of the movement as it was, but rather descendants. Even now, other campaigns are in motion, such as “The People’s Bailout.” TPB is about acquiring enough donation from supporters in order to by the debt discounted by the original lenders so that it will not be bought by collection agencies. Once TPB has bought debt, Rolling Jubilee, the organization responsible for it, will forgive it. As Occupy puts it, this project is “a bailout of the ninety-­nine per-­cent by the ninety-­nine per-­cent.” Rolling Jubilee is itself a project of Strike Debt, which is a branch of the Occupy movement as a whole. Such an event would have been unimaginable were it not for the initial Occupations.

It seems as though public goodwill is a ghost constantly moving among us, albeit it shuffles masks throughout the years. The Occupy mentality will stay with us, even if Occupy does not, and it is in this achievement that Occupy was victorious.

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Mungiello is Arts & Entertainment Editor and an Undeclared Freshman

 

 

Photo Credits: occupydc.org

Going Beyond Giving, The Meaning of Solidarity

By Gianna Maita

On the Friday before Thanksgiving, ten other students and I slept out in solidarity with homeless teens. We stayed on the Leavey Esplanade, wrapped in blankets or sleeping bags and layered in warm clothing on one of the coldest nights of the season. And yet unlike last year, we stayed out the whole night. Also unlike last year, I woke up several times wondering if my toes were about to fall off, even though I was wearing two pairs of socks. They did, thankfully, remain intact, for any concerned readers out there. And I will be wearing four pairs next year.

So what was the point of this discomfort? How did staying in a safe but cold place for one night really make a difference to anybody? What does Solidarity even mean? I know that one Sleep Out participant, whom I will call Theresa, was asking those questions on the night of the event. Theresa unfortunately missed the beginning of the evening’s program, in which our speaker Dan Brannen, the Executive Director of Covenant House D.C., articulated why sleeping out in solidarity and fundraising was important to the homeless and runaway youth whose lives Covenant House helps to rebuild. The organization provides crisis shelters, transitional housing, job training and education for kids our age in their programs and directly benefited from all of the donations raised by the Solidarity Sleep Out.

Theresa had spoken with a Jesuit on campus and a friend of hers who has done work on the Ivory Coast, and neither of these presumably intelligent, experienced people were able to see how sleeping out could help us to understand homelessness. Theresa said she was there to contemplate “not what it means to be houseless but to be homeless.” I must admit, she was doing the exact opposite of what we intended.

Because there is no way that a group of Georgetown students from comfortable homes could ever un-­ derstand the trauma and anxiety of homelessness and all of the problems that cause and result from it. It is hard to understand the unbearable home lives from which some of the kids at Covenant House come. Being at Georgetown makes it almost impossible to know what it feels like to have opportunity ripped from your hands, or never presented to you. We may worry about the job market, but we are fairly certain that we will be able to eat tomorrow, the next day and every day in the years beyond our education. So homelessness? Difficult to imagine. But recognizing this incapability allows us to see the positive effects of learning what it means to be simply houseless for a night.

Sleeping out and attending the programs that were offered beforehand by the Sleep Out (mainly, a speaker, a movie screening and reflection) benefited our campus and our world by raising awareness of the issue of homelessness and allowing the conversation to spread. It did not just happen on our campus; it happened across America and it empowered more and more advocates of the homeless and the homeless themselves.

Just as important was that it also raised money. On high school and college campuses, this was not on a large scale. So our main goal was awareness rather than fundraising. But the CEO Edition of the Solidarity Sleep Out, which happened the night before, involved five hundred CEOs who slept out on several continents and in several time zones. They raised over three million dollars for Covenant House’s programs, and after experiencing a night on cold city streets, each one promised to bring two more CEOs next year. Here, we can see the biggest impact of sleeping out in solidarity: the encounter tripled the impact of future CEO Sleep Outs for Covenant House.

The most significant thing is that the Sleep Out meant something to the kids at Covenant House. For some of them, support and love is hard to come by. We watched a video during the sleep out that included the reactions of some of our homeless peers when they found out that people were sleeping outside for them. Many were surprised, many laughed. “They’ve got a lot of heart,” one teen said. And another, very seriously: “Well I… I respect that. I really like that; that’s cool.” It must be a crazy feeling for the kids at Covenant House to have over five hundred people show that they care about them, and that they believe in them in such an overwhelming gesture of support and sacrifice.

Similar to Relay for Life and the Fast-­a-­thon held on the Monday after Thanksgiving, the Solidarity Sleep Out has two parts: raising money for a cause and showing solidarity. When masses of people put themselves in others’ shoes, it has an enormous emotional effect on the people it benefits. And the psychological effects of such support have been proven to help people, whether they are trying to beat cancer or homelessness. Realizing that people care can be really empowering to people down on their luck. Events like these may always have their critics; not everybody has confidence in idealistic-­seeming displays of emotional support. But money, food and clothes aren’t the only things necessary in a support system. I don’t think that is what got most of us to Georgetown. We needed praise, encouragement and confidence in ourselves. These kids need that just as much to get back on their feet. And in my time at Georgetown, I will continue to give it to them, with whoever is willing to join me. The naysayers can come too; perhaps, if they listen closely, they will understand.

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Maita is an Undeclared Sophomore

 

Photo Credit: Alyssa Gomes

“The Hobbit” Goes There and Back Again…and Again

By Kenna Libes

Lord of the Rings fans, get ready for a movie filled with, well, fillers. Peter Jackson has been given The Hobbit in to adapt it as successfully as he did the trilogy, and he is expected to make a miracle. He’s planning to turn a three-­hundred page chil-dren’s story into three movies by creating entirely new characters and bringing in plots and information from the wider legendarium that only a reader of the ancient prequel The Silmarillion would know. Is this a good move? I’m not so sure.

The issue here is achieving a balance. Jackson has to flesh out three movies in a fashion exactly opposite from his feat in Lord of the Rings, where he had to cut out material in order to fit the film. While LotR has multiple points of view (subplots, one might say) that run simultaneously and eventually combine into one major story-line, The Hobbit follows one group of characters in a singular chronology. In order to expand a simple story into a triplet of blockbusters, Jackson is making three big changes to its story.

First of all, understand that J.R.R. Tolkien rarely uses female characters. In fact, if you read The Hobbit, you’ll discover that only three women are even mentioned (and two are only referred to as ‘wife of’ and ‘mother of’). Some movies, such as Star Wars: Episode IV, are incredibly male-­dominated and yet critically successful, but such limited casting should be avoided as a rule. No matter what the genre, if there are too few girls in a movie you’re guaranteed to annoy a chunk of viewers. (Action movies tend to get by better than most genres, but it still remains an issue). In order to please potential audiences and solve this problem, Jackson has created an entirely original character. She is obviously molded to the gap he wants to fill: a beautiful, ass-­kicking elven captain. Additionally, many fans have speculated that she will be the love interest in this movie, but Jackson has assured us that this is not the case and that she is only there to be generally awesome. However, her creation opens the floodgate to other additions and subtractions. Speaking of…

Neither Legolas nor Frodo are mentioned in The Hobbit book, but both of them will be in the movie. Wait: didn’t the events in The Hobbit take place seventy years before LotR? Indeed they did, but it is actually perfectly plausible that Legolas, an immortal elf, was involved in the events of The Hobbit. However, Frodo won’t be born for years. Frodo and “Old Bilbo” may be featured in the opening sequence of the movie, with Bilbo regaling his nephew with the story of his adventure. (Fans have also wondered if it may mimic The Princess Bride with casual interruption of the narrative.) But why inject them into an already full story? Neither Frodo’s nor Legolas’s appearance influence or change The Hobbit’s storyline in any real way. This was most certainly prompted by the fact that they are marketable fan favorites; Orlando Bloom and Elijah Wood were propelled to stardom by LotR and are plastered in dorm rooms all over the world.

     Now, as any true fan knows, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings are not the only books in the Middle-­Earth legendarium. The story truly begins in The Silmarillion, the ancient prehistory that spans thousands of years worth of events, and continues with The History of Middle-­Earth series. (A crucial detail that may shock you? Sauron, the big baddie of LotR, was only the general of the real evildoer.) In order to flesh out three movies worth of The Hobbit, Jackson has taken material from these books and filled empty space with extra subplots and “historical” details. He may have done this in order to add more authenticity to the story and develop characters, but he may also be providing us with too many places and events that the average fan knows absolutely nothing about. Is this a good move? I can’t yet say, but I seriously doubt it. The nerdier among us will lap it up, but these subplots will be too specific and may derail the actual plot. The Hobbit is a light book, an adventure story without the darkness and weight of its sequel.

I am in awe of Peter Jackson’s skills and I have no doubt that The Hobbit trilogy will end up ranking right alongside The Lord of the Rings in terms of awards and fanbase favor. But is it cohesive and clear to your average moviegoer while remaining satisfying for your complete Tolkien legendarium nerd? Can it outmatch the last trilogy’s blockbuster status? The only way to tell will be to buy that fateful ticket and watch it yourself.

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Libes is Creative Assistant and a History Freshman

 

Photo Credit: Kenna Libes