Bold, Beautiful… man?

Dear fellow Barnard baddies,

First and foremost I would like to say I am sorry. 

While reading the hilarious Bwog hate letter to men in the quad published a few weeks ago I had a crisis. I realized that I am the problem. I am the source of this fellow Bwoggers pain, a stain on Barnard’s reputation. 

It is true that I cringe when seeing a stray man wandering the halls, eating loudly in the lounge or—god forbid—brushing his teeth in the bathroom. But alas, I have taken a liking to a certain man and now he too haunts the quad. 

Let it be known that this man also feels guilty about his omnipresence in the residence hall of a historically women’s college. He does not flaunt his mannishness. We do not linger in communal spaces, except occasionally at odd hours. We take the stairs whenever possible.

These measures may seem extreme to some but I value the experience and comfort of my fellow Barnardians! I understand the agony of waiting 40 minutes in line at Hewitt behind the entirety of the men’s rowing team. And I know the embarrassment of walking through the hall in a towel while a girl’s boyfriend comes out of her room and quickly averts his eyes. 

There is no simple solution to this quandary. Should I spend more time in Carmen, perpetually annoying his roommate and inhaling asbestos? Do we keep our hangouts limited to the great outdoors? I do not know.

Sincerely,

The problem

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