By Paul Preston
That’s it.
That’s all there is.
The joke here is that we aren’t kidding.
For real, people, find a January 26th edition of the Daily Tar Heel, open it up and look towards the bottom. I mean, I know it’s a minor story, and I know nobody really reads the articles in DTH, but, still, I can’t let this go.
As much fun as we make of the student paper, I would have expected a higher grade of journalism here. Now, I glanced through the body of it and found that it was about management shifts for student-run productions of “The Vagina Monologues,” and I understand the need to conserve space, but your reason to forsake an abbreviation such as “Monologues,” or even “TVM,” maybe even “The Vag. Mon.,” is beyond me.
Now, we in “the business” know that sex sells, but this is the kind of lowblow smut attention whoring I would expect from… well, myself for one, but not the pride of North Carolinian academic journalism! I mean, anyone can just abuse the fact that, like it or not, the common public freaking loves vaginas (vaginae? Someone ask a Latin teacher). Hey, I’ll do it right now- vagina vagina vaginavaginava GIIIIIIIIII nahahahahAAAAAA vajjityvajjity va-va-VOOMbeaver- you see that? I just doubled this magazine’s readership. And why? Because I’m not above that kind of cheap gimmick. You, DTH, you’re different- you shouldn’t have to whore your verbal ladyparts off just to get to the market you’ve already cornered here. I’m disappointed.