Opinion

Your few years of study will come to an end here. You’re all set to get that freshly-minted degree of yours.

This Monday the lives of New Yorkers were changed forever with a mind-infiltrating advertising scheme that is sure to revolutionize the industry.

I’ve been growing my hair since February, 2010. That’s almost 15 consecutive months without a haircut, which is around 450 straight days or roughly 20 bottles of conditioner and a handful of broken hair bands.

Attention honeygirls: Feeling depressed? Is the weight of the world on those dainty, hardworking shoulders? Well, besides popping pills and taking breathers, there may be a different way for you to calm the hell down. A different, sexier way.

When’s the last time you were at the Buehler Alumni and Visitors Center? If you’re like most students, it was probably back when you were a fresh-faced high schooler visiting Davis with your parents. But, the building next to the Mondavi Center houses more than tour guides. Next time you stop by Buehler, you just might land a new job or internship.

Dominic Gutierrez’s internet was turned off last month, after campus copyright officials found his IP address had illegally shared a Justin Bieber song.

It’s time for UC Davis administrators to proactively advocate and do whatever is possible to allow the Domes community to remain on site until a long-term plan has been developed.

When I tell people that I don’t like coffee or tea, they look at me strangely. Next, I tell them that I don’t drink caffeine. They usually look at me like I am from some cult tribe of hippies living on an uncharted island.

Ask people about their 21st birthday and their answers will run the gamut from tame to memorable to flat-out rambunctious.

Conservatives and liberals both seek a more prosperous American society for all. They simply have different ideas of how to go about achieving it.

Exciting news! I had my strip club cherry popped last week (boy, that’s a mouthful). I know, I know, this is big. Whether your first time was with a questionable uncle or a group of your high school friends, nobody forgets their first naked lady dance. This week, I give you my thoughts on the gentleman’s nightclub, that elusive “hole in the wall where you can see them all.”

I am not a bicycle cougar – I like to ride bikes that are my age, not 20 years younger. While this terrible metaphor is extended, let me go farther to say that I don’t mind a little junk in the trunk … so long as it’s junk on a trailer attached to a bicycle.