“You need to shut your stupid mouth” is probably the mildest thing this elderly woman had to say to a surly passenger in this soon-to-be viral video shot on SEPTA. In fact, the altercation between the woman and her young friend is so gritty ‘n real ‘n stuff that it was featured on that internet gossiphole, Gawker. As Penn students forced to use SEPTA to get to Center City or Don Memo (it’s always one or the other), we see this situation on the reg– we all have at least one horrific SEPTA story to share. What’s yours? Tell us in the comments.
Tabard and SDT and some other girls made a Vagina Monologues video in preparation for their big shows this Friday and Saturday. The vid’s got vaginas in Van Pelt, vaginas in Pottruck, vaginas in an a cappella rehearsal (think “gyn-gyn-gyn” instead of “djinn-djinn-djinn”) and even Ken Kweder asking around for a vagina (!). LOL! It’s funny because ‘vagina’ is not a word you usually say in public, but– and get this– they’re saying it in public!
But honestly, we’re being a bit harsh. Props to VagMons for the best Penn promotional vid we’ve seen… well, ever.
Ever heard of football? Yeah, we have too! The Super Bowl XLVI (How do you pronounce XLVI/what do those letters mean?????) is happening tonight, and though we’re pretty excited about it, we’re even more psyched about this golden oldie Homecoming game that went down on our turf in 1967. This vintage footage, dug up by our friends over at Dueling Tampons, has it all: music, Franklin Field, those people with the helmets and more! Pretty neat, eh?
Over 130 students recently participated in a video petition (in conjunction with an online petition) demanding the creation of an American Sign Language minor at Penn. The video has SAD and DRAMATIC music playing throughout but the people in it are smiling, so we’re not sure how to feel.
As the DP pressed in an editorial last Friday, the creation of the ASL minor would be crucial in opening up the deaf community to Penn students. Dean DeTurck notes a “lack of standing faculty,” which is a valid roadblock as any, but the proposed minor seems to be a step in the right direction and a practical option for those interested in learning a new language. Sign us up! </end ASL jokes>
Since you’re probably sitting at your house becoming a World Wide Web explorer, here’s a video to get you good and jealous. Ex-financial strategist and current photographer Kien Lam, a
College Wharton alum who graduated in 2005, backpacked around the world for a year and compiled his pictures into the ultimate “miss u lotz but i’m in egypt” postcard. Enjoy the classical music and Locust Walk action at 3:05.
Freshman Louis Lombardi frat-raps, repeats: “Summertime and I’m chilling real fly/Brew in my hand, blue fuckin’ skies/Staying up late, midnight munchies/Don’t forget about the morning, don’t fuckin’ judge me.”
We have reached a new low point in Western civilization. In this Burrito ergo sum world, 2012 is starting to look pretty nice.
The typical sequence of events on a Penn weekend night: you get trashed at Smoke’s and then meander on over to FroGro for some late-night munchies. Multiply that by ten and you’ve got our new friend in the video above. We almost feel bad for this kid, but if you fall asleep on the shelves at FroGro, that’s your deal. Use some discretion next time, yeah?
We know this video isn’t new or anything, but it is an updated version of what we showed you over the summer and… Well, what do you think? Discuss.
Because we all know this person. Because it’s you.
More exam-themed procrastination after the jump.
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If you’re in Wharton and haven’t heard of the Wharton Follies, that sucks. If you’re anyone else and still haven’t heard of the Wharton Follies, that still sucks. The exclusively-MBA group has been writing, producing, and performing their own shows since 1977, and now, even their YouTube page is going nuts!
Featuring takes on “real world scenario” negotiations, everyone’s favorite business card scene, and even Whartonites making fun of themselves, we’re not sure if the sketches make us want to applaud with joy or shudder at the thought of our own comparably bleak (read: broke) futures.