September, 2007 ~ Volume 8, Issue 1

Some background on the cover: It’s a Playboy. You know, what’s been causing all the trouble of late. And not even because of the lecherous yet rarely amusing cartoons or party “jokes.” Or the time the head of UNC’s Religious Studies Department was all up in there, making waves about the Bible. Nope, this time it was stirring up trouble just as a concept, and, frankly, we were starting to get jealous over all the attention it was getting. So, we’ve decided to jump on the bandwagon and also start publishing pictures of naked - or at least very nearly naked - women. Feminists, boost our readership by debating the morality of our existence, too! Come on, free advertising!


That’s What She Said

intro Damn! ... We mean ... hmmm, the inclusion of the watch is an insightful postmodern critique concerning the ephemeral nature of the concept of femininity as commodity.

After the outcry surrounding the Bull’s Head Bookshop’s sale of pornography and the “surprising” revelation that University Massage is actually a brothel (courtesy of the DTH op-ed page), we as an intellectual community have engaged in such debates as what right does society have to restrict what women do with their bodies to make money and at what point is it acceptable to effectively censor what magazines undergraduates without cars read. And, though all this debating is necessary and proper for a democratic society, we haven’t really come up with any answers. We here at BoUNCe concur with the vague rhetoric of the modernist feminist contingent that the best way to promote a healthy society is with a little “gender awareness.” So, always the obliging magazine, we’re going to divulge everything we know about the difference between boys and girls, which isn’t much. It does, however, include how to find the clitoris (at least according to Microsoft’s ever-helpful paperclip animation), the ten things most likely to be going through a man’s mind at any given moment, and what taking your parents to Cherry Pie for brunch says about your subconscious. But, if you’re already sick of getting riled up over something you can’t really do anything about, we have, as always, got a bunch of random shit in there, too. We don’t want anyone blowing his or her top.