Posts Tagged ‘Hoya’
A “Georgetown Cuddler” Timeline

According to D.C. police, a sexual assailant known as the “Cuddler” has been terrorizing dorms and townhouses around Georgetown University since January 13, 2008. But when did that other scourge of the Georgetown campus—the suspect’s creepily innocuous nickname—first hit the Hoyas? No one knows for sure. Below, track the moniker’s rise in the campus lexicon. (Suspected “Cuddler” assaults are marked in red).
! January 13, 2008. According to D.C. police officer Helen Andrews, as quoted in Georgetown Voice blog Vox Populi, “The first incident” in the string of sexual assaults “occurred on January 13, 2008 in the 3700 block of R Street, NW.”
The Morning After: Gay Visitor Center Edition

* Is the new Capitol Visitor Center gay? Via Wonkette:
One Senator, the very conservative Jim DeMint of South Carolina, despises this new visitor center — but not because of its completely inappropriate cost, of course! No, he’s just concerned that the center’s exhibits don’t praise God quite enough, and that the exhibits themselves are “left-leaning,” which is common D.C. slang for “gay.”
* AMERICABlog notes some new cracks in Maine’s glass ceiling: “In Maine, the new Speaker of the House, the new President of the Senate, the new Attorney General, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, the two U.S. Senators and newest U.S. House member are all women.”
* Reliable Source: Apparently, Facebook has a “legendary 5,000 friend limit” which the Caps owner recently broke. But now he’s “a little burned out” from e-friends who are “are asking for things.”
* From the Hoya: Georgetown hosts a “T-Party,” a theatrical “exploration of transgender narratives.” Professor and director Natsu Onoda calls it “an important contribution to a campus that is not progressive. It presents a model of activism that isn’t dogmatic. We approach everything with a sense of humor.”
* In other news, last night I rode past a man bedecked in pristine white and sporting fairy wings. He panted heavily as he sprinkled glitter on the street from a small satchel. He paused surreptitiously as I passed. He also appeared to have recently chalked a couple letters on the pavement, reading nothing. Was he but a dream? Did I imagine him?
Photo by riptheskull.





