OctoBeEr
      12,
      2005
      THE
      CADRE
      ©
      5
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      OPINION
      &
      COMMENTARY
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Bathroom
      Review:
      ‘Women’s
      Point
      of
      View
      II
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ...
      And
      Now
      For
      Something
      Completely
     
     
      Different:
      The
      Rants
      of
      a
      University
      Student
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Inez
      Fitzpatrick
     
     
      Contributor
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Well,
      I
      made
      it
      to
      the
      fourth
     
     
      floor
      of
      the
      Main
      Building
      and
      somehow
     
     
      Iam
      still
      breathing.
      (Thank
      goodness
     
     
      for
      the
      elevator!)The
      bathrooms
      are
     
     
      rather
      small
      up
      there,
      but
      needless
      to
     
     
      say
      it
      proves
      the
      point
      that
      tourism
     
     
      students
      need
      to
      travel
      some
      more!
     
     
      There
      are
      two
      bottles
      of
      dish
      soap
      —
     
     
      lavender
      Palmolive
      and
      lemon
      Sunlight.
     
     
      Tip:
      Use
      some
      of
      it
      and
      clean
      out
      that
     
     
      coffee
      mug
      in
      there
      guys,
      itreeks.
      There
     
     
      is
      an
      overabundance
      of
      toilet
      and
      paper
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      some
      with
      the
      other
      bathrooms
      on
     
     
      campus?
      Oh
      —
      and
      your
      toilets
      are
     
     
      running.
      Do
      not
      forget
      that
      showers
      are
     
     
      needed.
      ..if
      you
      can
      find
      the
      room
      to
     
     
      install
      one.
      Then
      you
      tourism
      students
     
     
      can
      live
      here.
      ..or
      maybe
      you
      actually
     
     
      do,
      given
      the
      looks
      of
      your
      bathroom.
     
     
      I
      know,
      you
      share
      this
      bathroom
      with
     
     
      the
      Sociology
      department.
      ..but
      upon
     
     
      my
      observation,
      they
      are
      not
      very
      social.
     
    

    
     
      The
      other
      bathrooms
      appear
     
     
      rather
      normal
      —
      that
      is,
      if
      you
      are
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      towel
      —
      which
      is
      great.
      Why
      not
      share
      Continued
      on
      page
      18
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Quality
      Used
      Family
      Clothing
     
    
   
   
    
     
      amy
      ss!
     
     
      CosTUMING
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Largest
      Selection
      &
      Best
     
     
      Prices
      on
      Accessories!!!
     
     
      Feather
      Wings~Fairy
      Wings
     
     
      Wigs~Whips~Wands
     
     
      Masks:
      29¢
      -
      $14.99
      Hats:
      $1.29
      -
      $8.99
     
     
      Beards~Beads~Blood~Boas~Swords
     
     
      ,
      Armor~Hooks~Glasses~Make-up~Capes
     
     
      ACCA
      O
      MIM
      IRe
      Cr
      Ulm
      amen
      iiTed
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Open
      Mon
      to
      Fri
      -
      8:30
      to
      9:00
      Sat
      -
      8:30
      to
      6:00
     
     
      9
      Jordan
      Cres.
      (off
      Allen
      St.),
      Charlottetown
      Tel:
      892-4606
     
    
   
   
    
     
      CUCL
      Mel
      IZ
      207
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
           
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Ryan
      Gallant
     
     
      Contibutor
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Do
      the
      Pussycat
      Dolls
      not
      piss
     
     
      anyone
      else
      off?
      “Don’t
      cha
      wish
      your
     
     
      girlfriend
      was
      a
      freak
      like
      me?
      Don’t
     
     
      cha
      wish
      your
      girlfriend
      was
      raw
      like
     
     
      me?
      Don’t
      cha?
      Don’t
      cha?”
      Uh,
      no.
     
     
      Notreally.
      Shut
      up.
      That’s
      actually
      quite
     
     
      disturbing.
      And
      gifted
      lyricist
      50
      Cent
     
     
      is
      once
      again
      back
      on
      the
      charts
      with
     
     
      the
      remix
      of
      ‘Outta
      Control’
      with
      Mobb
     
     
      Deep
      (From
      the
      poetically
      entitled
     
     
      album
      “The
      Massacre”).
      Mr.
      Cent
     
     
      discusses
      in
      this
      song
      his
      difficulties
      with
     
     
      alcohol
      and
      vice
      (“.
      ..drink
      till
      the
      burn
     
     
      is
      gone,
      hit
      the
      dancefloor
      like
      a
      scene
     
     
      from
      soft
      porn...”)
      and
      shows
      how
     
     
      tough
      he
      is
      by
      threatening
      violence
      and
     
     
      displaying
      his
      fearlessness
      (...1’m
     
     
      known
      for
      Gat
      poppin’,
      when
      I
      got
     
     
      problems,
      I
      don’t
      run,
      I
      just
      gun
      you
      all
     
     
      up...”),
      but
      at
      the
      end
      of
      the
      day,
      he
     
     
      emphasizes
      his
      belief
      in
      strong
      parental
     
     
      and
      family
      values
      (“...But
      we
      ain’t
     
     
      come
      here
      to
      start
      no
      drama,
      we
      just
     
     
      lookin’
      for
      our
      future
      baby
      mamas.
      ..”’)
     
     
      Wonderful.
      Who
      the
      hell
      is
      this
      guy?
      I
     
     
      mean,
      I’m
      sorry,
      but
      I
      still
      do
      not
     
     
      understand
      how
      someone
      lacking
      core
     
     
      essentials,
      such
      as
      the
      ability
      to
     
     
      communicate
      in
      a
      spoken
      language
      or
     
     
      to
      string
      together
      words
      to
      form
     
     
      complete,
      coherent
      sentences,
      can
     
     
      somehow
      be
      recognized
      as
      a
      great
     
     
      rapper.
      I
      mean
      listen
      to
      k-os
      or
      Kanye
     
     
      or
      Kyprios
      or
      even
      Will
      Smith
      for
      god’s
     
     
      sake,
      and
      you
      can
      at
      least
      piece
     
     
      together
      the
      point
      they’re
      trying
      to
     
     
      convey.
      50
      Cent
      seems
      intent
      on
     
    
   
   
    
     
      focusing
      on
      three
      key
      issues
      1.
      Gettin’
     
     
      hoes
      up
      in
      da
      club,
      2.
      Living
      in
      da
      hood,
     
     
      and
      3.
      Shooting
      bruthas,
      doing
      drugs,
     
     
      and
      just
      being
      a
      general
      asshole.
      Not
     
     
      since
      Vanilla
      Ice
      (“‘.
      ..quick
      to
      the
      point
     
     
      to
      the
      point
      no
      faking,
      I’m
      cooking
     
     
      MC’s
      like
      a
      pound
      of
      bacon.
      ..””)
      have
     
     
      posers
      pulled
      off
      an
      attempt
      at
      rap,
      or
     
     
      at
      art
      in
      general,
      so
      badly.
      Well
      I
      be
     
     
      hatin’
      50
      Cent,
      that
      shit
      is
      whack.
      In
      da
     
     
      club.
      Word.
     
    

    
     
      Ah
      yes,
      Week
      6
      at
      UPEI.
      You
     
     
      can
      see
      the
      desperation
      on
      the
      faces
      of
     
     
      every
      student
      you
      pass
      in
      the
      hallway.
     
     
      Oh
      sure,
      everyone
      still
      smiles
      at
      each
     
     
      other
      and
      greets
      them
      with
      the
      generic
     
     
      “What’s
      up?”
      (Usually
      the
      greeter
      does
     
     
      not
      give
      a
      damn
      what’s
      up
      and
      just
      has
     
     
      nothing
      better
      to
      say.)
      But
      if
      you
      look
     
     
      into
      our
      eyes
      you
      can
      tell
      that
      each
      and
     
     
      every
      one
      of
      us
      is
      quite
      literally
      well
      on
     
     
      our
      way
      to
      clinical
      insanity,
      if
      not
      there
     
     
      already.
      First
      years,
      who
      were
      only
     
     
      weeks
      ago
      blissfully
      ignorant
      and
     
     
      aimlessly
      wandering
      around
      campus
     
     
      without
      a
      care
      in
      the
      world
      have
      now
     
     
      caught
      a
      glimpse
      of
      what
      it
      is
      to
      be
      a
     
     
      University
      student,
      and
      as
      mid-terms
     
     
      approach,
      are
      scared
      shitless.
      They
      now
     
     
      run
      from
      class
      to
      class,
      eyes
      wide
      open
     
     
      in
      fear,
      hair
      unkempt,
      and
      papers
      flying
     
     
      everywhere.
      Second
      and
      third
      years,
     
     
      who
      are
      by
      now
      accustomed
      to
      their
     
     
      collective
      impending
      doom
      are
      either
     
     
      burrowed
      away
      in
      some
      yellow
      cubicle,
     
     
      studying
      obsessively,
      or
      are
      sitting
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Continued
      on
      page
      19