This post is the first in a small series of reflections on the recent events on campus, to be published over the next few days. If you have anything that you would like to contribute, please feel free to reach out to us.
I am writing this in response to the traumatic and overwhelming events that have happened over the past few days – the hospitalization of a dozen students and the arrest of four others, as well as the media and institutional reactions. I hope that this can be a space of positive dialogue and solidarity, where we share our thoughts and reflections with compassion and humanity. I hope to counter the intense and destructive negativity and inappropriateness of some of the language being used to address these events in our own community, in person and online, in the media portrayals and in the administration’s emails. These events remind of us of the importance of fostering a supportive community, one that we must build on our own, as the student body. These thoughts hope to help support that process of reconciliation, healing, and empowerment.
To those of y’all who’ve been around Wesleyan since at least last spring: I know what you guys have been, you know, doing for fun these days, ever since things changed. Waiting for your name to show up on LikeALittle? Are you getting your homework done (Weak.)? Hanging out on Blipdar? Wait, what do you mean Blipdar’s “gone now“?! What the hell am I supposed to do now, Anonymuse ’14? Watch this video?
I anonymously confess that I miss the ACB. I miss it more than I miss the Douglas Cannon. I miss it more than I miss having access to Fauver. Yes, I miss it more than I miss sneaking into Usdan. ‘Twas a simpler time. How else am I supposed to confess to sleeping with my roomy’s boyf? (Glad I got that off my chest.)
In any event, I anonymously confess to making this video.
For those who don’t check the ACB since the apocalypse: Wesleying has received word that the ACB (the new post-blipdar student-run venture, mind you) (not that I actually read it with any regularity or anything) has received its own savior and “guardian angel” in the form of Captain Mittens, a semi-anonymous, fuzzy-hatted, eccentric stranger who disperses advice-column wisdom from the warmth of his Butts WestCo(?) dorm room and a trademark YouTube channel. The captain hirself writes: “I come to you from the interwebs as a savior, a guardian angel, and a member of your sexually ambiguous community in order to answer all your questions.”
A disclaimer: I’m as confused as you are. I don’t know who Captain Mittens is, what hir deal is, or just generally what’s going on. Still, ze has asked us to pass along the word, and I can’t deny being mildly intrigued: it’s like a whole new Wesleyan Web Series, except exclusively featuring an easily excitable underclassman in a goofy hat answering seemingly self-posed love queries about unibrow fetishes from the ACB.