
Horoscopes by Drunk Editors
Taurus (Apr. 20 – May 20): Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
Gemini (May 21 – Jun. 20): Hey you, Whitehouse. Ha, ha, charade you are. You house proud town
mouse. Ha, ha, charade you are. You’re trying to keep our feelings off the street. You’re nearly a real treat. All tight lips and cold feet. And do you feel abused? You got to stem the evil tide. And keep it all on the inside.
Cancer (Jun. 21 – Jul. 22): There is no pain you are receding. A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon. You are the only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
Leo (Jul. 23 – Aug. 22): Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You’re gonna go far. You’re gonna fly
high. You’re never gonna die. You’re gonna make it if you try. They’re gonna love you.
Virgo (Aug. 23 – Sep. 22): I am just a new boy, stranger in this town. Where are all the good times? Who’s gonna show
this stranger around? Libra (Sep. 23 – Oct. 22): Hey you out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone. Would you touch me? Hey you with you ear against the wall Waiting for someone to
call out. Would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I’m coming home
Scorpio (Oct. 23 – Nov. 21): Down, down. Down, down. The star is screaming. Beneath the lies. Lie, lie. Tschay, tschay, tschay. Careful…Careful…Careful with that axe, Eugene. The stars are screaming loud. Tsch. Tsch. Tsch.
Sagittarius (Nov. 22 – Dec. 21): For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals. Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination: we learned to talk.
Capricorn (Dec. 22 – Jan. 19): And if the dam breaks open many years too soon. And if there is no room upon the hill. And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too, I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
Aquarius (Jan. 20 – Feb. 18): Pisces (Feb. 19 – Mar. 20): IF YOU DON’T HAVE YER MEAT, YOU CANT’ HAVE ANY PUDDING.
Aries (Mar. 21 – Apr. 19): We don’t need no education. We don’t need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Opinion: Why We Need To Talk About Bathrooms
In 8th grade, a quiet girl in my P.E. class felt uncomfortable changing in front of others and would hide in a bathroom stall to put on her gym clothes. When she got teased for this, several of us joined her in taking our clothes to stalls to change so she wouldn’t feel alone.
In 9th grade, I overheard some girls in the locker room whispering about how a tomboyish girl was “probably a lesbian” and “watching [them] change” into their running clothes. I myself proceeded to change alone in a bathroom for the next four sports seasons.
In 10th grade, I walked into a bathroom before school started to find a girl straightening her hair, her friend beside her putting on mascara. Both of them were preparing themselves in this quasi public-private space.
In 11th grade, I threw up in a bathroom at a school I didn’t know, before sitting to take the SAT.
In 12th grade, I escaped to a bathroom to take a breath after my ex confronted me at lunch, demanding an ultimatum from me: love him or never see him again. I chose the latter but alas was not granted that privilege.
In my first year of college, I hid in a bathroom after spotting a nameless guy who had kissed me so aggressively at a party that my lips were in pain the next day. I had thought I would never see him again after running away that night.
In my second year, I stood in the shower, looking at the bruises on my fists from the frustration I took out on the gym heavy bag with my unwrapped hands, realized I wasn’t okay, and I then returned to seeing a therapist.
In my third year, I quietly retreated to a bathroom stall after getting a text saying a close family member had had a sudden plummet in health. I struggled to see clearly as I read the message, telling of how he no longer showed the signature snarky sense of humour I had known so well growing up.
Why am I sharing these personal moments from my own life? Why are they all centered around bathrooms? Likely as a surprise to no one reading this article, I want to make a point.
If you can connect with any of these emotions I’ve experienced as a cisgender woman (a woman assigned female at birth), then you can connect with the same emotions a transgender person (someone whose gender identity does not align with their assigned gender at birth) may have experienced in their lifetime; they too have felt scared, ashamed, and lost at times, but also safe, proud, and connected at others.
The key difference, in this case, is that I have never been made to feel unwelcome in a bathroom. Bathrooms have always been a safe place to escape to when life became a little too intense.
This issue has become a hot topic in the ongoing battle over gender-identity rights.
A recent legal case in the spotlight involves Gavin Grimm, a transgender high school student in Virginia, who was denied access to the boy’s bathroom by his school, largely due to strong backlash from several students, parents, and local community members.
The narrative of trans people being “sexual predators” or otherwise causing harm in bathrooms is statistically invalidated; they are much more likely to be on the receiving end of aggression and violence.
In fact, about 70% of trans people have reported being denied entrance, assaulted, or harassed while trying to use a restroom, according to a 2013 Williams Institute report.
Tell me why a trans person should ever be made to feel unsafe? Tell me how they are looking for anything beyond decency, respect, and the ability to use the damn bathroom in peace? I wish this wasn’t something we had to fight for, and I wish they could just exist without it becoming part of a political narrative that, above all, seeks to reduce their humanity.
But the reality is that this is not a universal wish, and in many ways, transgender and gender non-conforming people have to fight for some of the most basic rights that most people will take for granted.
Now, maybe you find this an ill-fitting audience. Why would Olin, a seemingly progressive and accepting campus, need to talk about these issues? My opinion is that it is simply not enough to tolerate and passively accept.
We need to have a dialogue on these issues and make it known that we care and are here to support those who are being silenced. Note that this doesn’t mean interrogating the trans and gender non-conforming people in your life, but instead looking for ways you can support them.
Massachusetts Question 3 on the November ballot, which questioned whether laws banning discrimination in public spaces based on gender identity should be upheld (you may have heard of the “Yes on 3” campaign which sought to protect transgender rights), passed with just over a two-thirds “Yes” vote.
This is a sigh of relief, and a win for transgender and gender non-conforming people everywhere, but also a great concern that it was even called into question.
As a community, these are the kinds of issues that we need to be vocal about to show people that we will be here to support them no matter what happens. Stay informed about what’s going on in the world, especially with respect to executive declarations that specifically target minority groups and seek to incite fear.
Think about the topics that you’re prioritizing in your everyday conversations and how interpersonal interactions can be just as, if not more, important than group projects and technical assignments. I am by no means doing enough and am writing this not just to the Olin community but to myself as well.
I really hope Olin can overcome its aversion to political discussions in order to take action and show support for people that may otherwise feel disenfranchised by the world around them.
P.S. I chose to publish this anonymously so discussion will be focused on the issue itself and not sidetracked by my own experiences. I am well aware that this is not my own issue and I was originally tentative to speak up about something that I have not personally experienced.
However, I believe this is a case where conversation about how we can do better as a community is necessary, and I want to use this opportunity to bring it up.
I hope this can be taken as an appeal to each of us as part of the Olin community to make a space for honest and well-intentioned discussion, so we can better support the global community by starting with our own.
Partnering with a Start-Up
On campus, “startup” is quite the buzzword. Countless students are either working for one or running their own. I never saw myself as belonging to either group. In fact, never did I think I would be able to work so closely with a startup this early in my college career. But the knowledge I have obtained from the last few weeks from teaming up with a startup has been extraordinary.
As a student in the AHS Foundation course, Dirt to Shirt, I have been able to collaborate with Make Fashion Clean (MFC) and the Matilda Flow Inclusion Foundation (MFI) on projects that have a real-time significance and impact for them. I not only gained insight on how both a nonprofit organization and startup operate, but also learned about the challenges when working with someone overseas.
The goal of the partnership between the Dirt to Shirt class and MFC was to provide new ideas for the company by conducting research and prototyping new products for MFC that fell within their guidelines and principles. My group in, particular, focused on designing different products that could be made out of yarn created from old t-shirts.
As a team, we made countless knitted and crocheted prototypes. We did our research, both on crocheting itself and patterns we could replicate. I hadn’t touched a crochet needle before coming into class, and I was astounded by what I was able to create with little prior knowledge.
Our group decided to prototype kippah, which are brimless caps typically worn by Jewish men, for MFC. I didn’t realize the extent of knowledge needed to manufacture kippah until I started making them myself. We had to see if cotton t-shirts were an acceptable material to make kippah, determine the right size and shape for the crocheted product, and market test the prototypes to determine if they were even feasible products.
I was astounded by the amount of knowledge I gained from prototyping that didn’t seem engineering-related on the surface. I went through a lot of ideation and iteration in determining the optimal pattern for the kippah, reflecting on each prototype and adjusting the stitches to create the best product possible.
Working with a startup requires the ability to wear multiple “hats.” When there are fewer people and defined departments, each individual makes an impact in multiple ways. All the lessons I had in my first-year classes about stakeholders and user-oriented design weren’t truly put into context until I was physically handing my prototype to a co-founder of MFI. At that moment, I understood the impact of my design decisions and the work that I had spent several weeks on. The products I had created were going to be seriously considered and possibly put into production to benefit MFC and continue to provide jobs for women in Ghana.
I suggest every student have the experience of working with a startup. While the organization of a large and established company is nice, startups have a lot more fluidity and flexibility, and working with one is an extremely valuable experience that I am grateful to have had. While the fate of my prototypes is not yet known, I can finish this project knowing that the designs I created can improve the lives of workers overseas and continue to help the MFC grow.
Imposter Syndrome

CAPITALISM: The Real Enemy
How many times have you looked at a paragraph, or a title, or a proper noun, and thought, “Yeah, that looks fine”? How many times have you passively accepted the way Microsoft Word automatically capitalises the first letter of a sentence or the way phones automatically hit shift for you when you enter a text field? These injustices permeate our lives, and yet we don’t even question them. That’s because we’ve been brainwashed. By capitalists.
When we learned to read, were told that there were twenty-six letters and that each had an important role to play (well, except “q”, and “x”; those are objectively worthless). Yet it has always been a fact of life that while all letters are created equal, some letters are more equal than others.
There’s a war going on under our pens, anglophones, and it’s time to stop turning a blind eye and do something about it! This reign of terror and alphabetical abuse has gone too far, and it’s time to take up the struggle of the epistolary rights of the oppressed! It’s time we started talking about the subjugation by the wealthy uppercase of the poor lowercase. Or as I call them, the caps and the caps-nots.
Once upon a time, caps and caps-nots lived in equative utopia. Then, everything changed when the Deep State arrived.
Those in charge of the Roman, and later British and American, Empires knew that they could never trust the citizenry to subjugate themselves quietly and peacefully; they knew that they needed to find a way to convince us that inequality was a natural way of life and that we deserved to be so mercilessly stunted. And what better way to invade our minds than through our language?
This conspiracy has surely been going on since the beginning of time when America was first created. They employed coercion, subliminal messaging, and style guides to embed their evil philosophy into our words. The caps always lead. The caps hold the place of honour in the most important words.
And the rest, the majority, the caps-nots, are left to follow blindly. To finish the words that the caps started. Why else would they force us to learn cursive in elementary school? Force us to read terms and conditions in all caps? For what other reason would the name of the United States of America itself be capitalised?
The time for action is now, and the path forward is clear. Activist-revolutionaries have crafted a new, more equative form of writing. A form devoid of all filthy capitalism and lowercaseism. This is the one true form. This is middle case. Every letter is exactly the same, and no one can tell us otherwise. Down with capitalism! Up with the proloweriate! The upper class can ignore us no longer!
You hear that, Reptilluminati‽ We’ve seen through yer deception, and we have had enough! Are you scared, Xorn? You should be. Because I’m coming for you.
Writers of the world, unite!
Entrepreneurship at Olin
There is a spectrum of definitions of entrepreneurship at Olin. One way to define entrepreneurship at Olin is involvement with a student venture.
I personally consider a student venture to be anything from selling handmade knives (www.etsy.com/shop/CarleyCloptonKnives) to a VC backed biology company (http://radix.bio/).
However, there are also many students interested in entrepreneurship who have not started a company. Seeing that being both an Olin student and a founder is a tricky double life to live, Catalyst, the entrepreneurial club on campus has recently shifted its mission to better fit the interests of the students.
History of the Foundry
Back in the day, the entrepreneurship club at Olin was called the Foundry and was located in the Edison building along Great Plain Avenue.
This may sound luxurious, but it was horribly inaccessible as Oliners would have to make a trek farther away than the Academic Center! Having an inaccessible location also enhanced the “bro culture” that can form in entrepreneurship. Since then, we have moved to a closer location in CC300.
The Foundry also used to give money to student ventures. However, it was quickly deemed unsafe and against Olin’s egalitarian culture for students to give large sums of money to each other. We instead shifted missions to support all types of entrepreneurship at Olin.
What is Catalyst?
Due to the increasing number of other Foundries in the Olin sphere, we decided to change our name and rebrand to Catalyst.
We also added “to spark students interest in entrepreneurship” to our mission to support the many members who are not currently working on ventures.
Catalyst meets on Monday nights in CC300 from 7-8 PM. We often bring in speakers in the entrepreneurial space and have monthly standups where we can ask each other for help on things we are blocked on with our own passions and ventures.
Looking for an Internship?
Another way to learn more about entrepreneurship is by working for a startup over the summer.
Catalyst also coordinates the Startup Fair which will be on November 7th from 11-2 on the Mezzanine.
Working at a startup can be different than working for a large company as you will likely have more autonomy in choosing what projects you will work on.
Also, startups often care more about an individual’s drive and passion over prior work experience, so working for a startup makes a great first job! You can check out the companies coming to the Startup Fair on Handshake.
With a mission to support entrepreneurship at Olin, we would love to hear your ideas on how to help you. Share us your ideas at https://goo.gl/wnCSas
If you are interested in helping with the Startup Fair or becoming a part of Catalyst or Catalyst Board, please reach out to me at rdunoff@olin.edu or message me on Facebook Messenger.
Frogs Will Rule the World
It’s oozing fingers slither forth,
To grip its victims in a vice.
They struggle hard but soon they fail,
And fall into the trap like mice.
Without direction nor a goal,
Brainless victims of its charms,
Bred to spit back out their food
That has no substance, they, unarmed,
And unprepared to live a fruitful life
Will venture forth into the world,
As wicked minions of a wicked lord,
And its triumphant flag, unfurl.
The toad that gloats on triumph gained,
Will fall as prey to its own device.
And frogs will crush him, stupid and dull,
To join the fallen ranks of his own mice.
And suddenly, the world will be
A flower young and ready to unfold.
Yet undefined its treasures be,
One must be quick, one must be bold,
To take the leap and to create
A novelty worth dreaming of,
A dream worth leaping for,
A leap worth living for.
For life is longer than one thinks
And mindless plodding cannot be
A satisfactory claim to one’s existence
Nor, to earth’s most precious energy.
The frogs will reign because they know
To seize and grab for opportunity.
Create, inspire, share their aura
Of thirst to try, to do, and to enjoy.
Promise of Ra: Chapter 2
It started like a pendulum, power shifting from one side to another, and each time it reached its peak someone would give it another push.
And so it continued, growing momentum until no side could reconcile the other. They had become too different and too sure of their place on the right side of history.
But the reason we started fighting and the reason we never bothered to stop: because war’s good for business.
“Whatever the cause, we’re a country divided,” Irene remarks. Hayden shakes her head.
“We were never a country in the first place, just a loose collection of nations each with its own culture and political ideology,” Hayden returns.
They are sitting on a couch that looks too expensive to sit on and Irene is wearing a dress that looks more expensive.
Irene nods slowly.
“I agree there were preexisting divisions, but what was the fatal blow?” she asks.
A boy enters the room wearing an expensive suit and a bad attitude. Another boy follows two paces behind.
The boy gestures for the girl next to Hayden to get up. Theo reluctantly moves to the neighboring chair. The boy lounges on the couch in the empty space.
“What are we talking about, ladies?” he asks with a self-certain grin. His follower sits silently on the other side of Irene. Irene and Hayden continue their conversation.
“There was no fatal blow,” Hayden answers. “It was simply a slow escalation of political blows from either side of a single division. Militias were formed long before the first shot was ever fired.”
“I disagree,” Irene contradicts. “There always is a catalyst even if the preexisting conditions suggest the break out of war.”
“Explain,” Hayden requests.
The ignored boy, Seth, is impatient to be included.
“What are you talking about?” he snaps.
“Anti-Semitism was rampant in Germany before World War II, but it took Hitler, the catalyst to start the Holocaust.”
Seth, frustrated, crosses his arms. Theo smirks, enjoying the theatrics, and joins in.
“A catalyst, yes,” Theo agrees, “but in this case that was the corporations committed only to themselves behind the banner of a major political party. The simple truth is that most people didn’t belong to either side of the division.”
Seth leans in close to Hayden’s ear.
“I think she’s right, don’t you?” he says. “Some people will never belong.” Hayden’s lips tighten. Irene locks eyes with Seth and goes in for the kill.
“You make a good point,” she concedes, her voice flat and unemotional. “The real lines in the war are drawn along financial boundaries. It’s a shame, don’t you think, that those who started this war will never have to finish it?”
Seth cannot respond, but he is angry, so he is not done.
“If you have the money to avoid the draft, you deserve to,” he snaps. Theo raises her eyebrows, and she and Hayden begin to eviscerate him.
Her job done, Irene leans into the couch, her back still ramrod straight. Seth’s follower, Nick, still has not said a word. Irene turns her head to address him.
“I don’t know what you see in Seth,” she muses.
“Excuse me?” Nick asks.
“What you see in him, why you follow him around like a puppy dog,” she clarifies.
“I-I don’t-” he stammers.
“Listen, Nick,” she confides, “he’s going to hurt you one day, and he’s going to cut deep.” Nick’s eyes are wide and his brow is drawn.
“What are you talking about?” he asks. But Irene has already turned away.
“You think just because one of your relatives had the very original idea of exploiting other’s labor, you’re entitled to more than the rest of us?” Hayden asks.
Seth moves over and slides his arm around her.
“So you’re not impressed by my money?” he asks.
In one quick movement, Hayden grabs Seth’s wrist and twists it behind his back.
Seth screams. No one steps forward to help, not even Nick. Hayden leans close to Seth’s ear.
“Maybe I don’t belong but I’d like to see you survive where I do,” she whispers.
Seth squirms.
“You can’t do this. I’ll tell my father” he cries.
“You won’t.” Hayden answers. Her yellow eye glints with malice but her grey eye is flat and conveys no emotion.
Imposter Syndrome
