Monthly Archive for September, 2010
Man Who Killed Himself On Harvard’s Campus Left 1,904-Page Note
The man who took his own life on Harvard’s campus Saturday left a 1,904-page suicide note online.
According to the Harvard Crimson, Mitchell Heisman wrote “Suicide Note,” posted at http://suicidenote.info, while living in an apartment near the school. The note is a “sprawling series of arguments that touch upon historical, religious and nihilist themes,” his mother, Lonni Heisman, told the Crimson. She said her son would have wanted people to know about his work.
The complex note, divided into four parts, touches on Christianity, the Holocaust and social progress, among other topics, and mentions Harvard several times.
IvyGate calls the note “probing, deeply researched, and often humorous.”
Heisman was 35 when he shot himself on the steps of Havard’s Memorial Church Saturday. He had a bachelor’s degree in psychology from the University of Albany. According to the Crimson, he worked in area bookstores and lived on inheritance from his father, who died when he was young.
As individuals, there are many things we can do to affect society. We carry on our normal acts of defiance or compliance unaware of how it affects those around us. But some of the time, we may even be aware of the affects and simply continue to carry them out because we enjoy the reactions. Either way, I believe we have a certain responsibility to at least consider the consequences and decide whether or not carry out these acts. Because why cause grief when we don’t truly have to?
To be honest, most of the time I’m not entirely considerate about the feelings and “comfortability” of those around me. Partly selfish, mostly curious, I’m the type of guy who will visit someone’s home and ask how much they pay for rent in a crowded room. I’ve been called out for things like this and while most consider this rude I think it’s normal because I simply wanted to know at the time (and won’t really care later so why hold onto to the question?). Who are you to look down upon my curiosity? Fucking die.
But I do draw the line in a lot of instances. I won’t fart on a scarcely populated elevator because I’d be depriving everyone of a fun game of “whodunit” (because they’d know that Idunit), I never take the last piece of food (unless instructed to), I never use the “what’s the best thing about fucking thirty-five year olds” joke unless I’m completely positive the person can handle it…
and I don’t wear V-necks.
I’ll just get straight to the point here. V-necks aren’t for men. They never have been, they never will be and I’m not sure who the hell initiated New York Chest Fest 2010 but it was wrong. Everywhere I looked I was averting my gaze exclaiming “ugh!… jesus”. Fact is, there’s no way to wear a V-neck without looking like a scum bag. You either look like a sketchy drug dealer, a sketchy gay dude who for some reason finds it necessary to shave and oil his chest or Morris Chestnut.
You see, once upon a time I wore V-necks. I had no problem dealing with the “taco meat” comments and the abundance of “put those away you’re scaring the customers” statements. It was fine. But then one particular day, a co-worker by the name of Derrick L. (name not changed) ripped a piece of my chest hair out and threw it back in my face in a comical fashion. A move I found both hilarious and disturbing.
That was the end of V-necks for me.
I saw the light and it made me question my choice to wear them in general. Needless to say my “Cons” list was longer than my “Pros”.
Cons:
Scares children
Look like drug dealer
Pros:
Look like David Hasslehoff
While I personally wore them for practical reasons, it seems that things have changed. It seems that men aren’t really wearing them for practical reasons anymore but because they feel they actually look good. I disagree. Other men do nothing but look away in your presence. So much, in fact, that we should just start walking around with our eyes closed because you fuckers are everywhere. And I’ve never heard a woman say “as I watched a piece of his chest hair topple down his shirt and into his soup… I instantly knew I had to have him inside me.”
So who are these V-necks for? For one, you do nothing but make everyone around you feel a wee bit more uncomfortable than they should. You make people wonder whether or not you should be preparing their meals (no). And lord knows what goes through a child’s mind when they see that shit. I imagine in a few years when children are describing the monster in their closet it’ll end with “and he had this disgusting black thing growing from his chest!!!”
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and in case you were wondering, “there are thirty of them”.
Three sexy friends of mine have been working on a project. A damn great project. A project that allowed a man to walk around in public wearing tights and metallic gold shoes. Furthermore… well that alone should sell you on the whole thing quite honestly.
Episode 1: Meet Raven from Unemployed Sidekick on Vimeo.
Episode 2: Black Eye Makeup from Unemployed Sidekick on Vimeo.
Episode 3: The Clown from Unemployed Sidekick on Vimeo.
