We aren't cool, guys.

[Shamoan]

i opened that link and expected to see something entirely different and opposite of what i actually saw.......correct me if im wrong, but shouldnt that read "love week"?

 

[Shamoan]

one would think the very first rule of looking good in the grove is not being 100 lbs overweight.

 

[Bcash2]

What they can't seem to get through their 17ing heads is we don't hate them because they are cool. No one hates people that are cool. Why? Because they are cool. We hate them because they THINK they are cool. They are the douchey, cliquey "popular" kids that aren't actually popular. EVERYONE HATES YOU OLE MISS.

 

[FlyMaroon]

Every single thing he listed about Ole Miss is about Oxford. Oxford is Proud Larry's, Thacker Mountain Radio, Fat Possum Records, the Southern Foodways Alliance, Square Books, and James Beard Foundation winners.

Taking credit for that is like claiming Jackson State IS Eudora Welty, Historic Belhaven neigbhorhood, every Fondren restaurant, The Help, Richard Wright, Wyatt Waters, etc.

It's ludicrous to attribute those things as a part of what makes up the University. The article typifies the delusion that simply having attended Ole Miss you have somehow separated yourself from the common man. You may be an out-of-work, illiterate, but by stepping foot on campus and calling yourself a Rebel, you have positioned yourself above all others.

And here's the thing about State, every single thing that happens in Starkville is directly related to the student body working hard to make their university and it's home a better place. Bulldog Bash is a student run event (unlike Double Decker). State students don't arrive on campus ready to receive their medal, they arrive and work to make it a better place than it was when they got there.

True dat.

 

[esplanade91]

Boom! It's part of the allure too.

Everyone wants to go to Ole Miss on road trips the same reason people go to PCB. It's ironically ******, you can completely disrespect the city and its people, some ***** is readily available after a night of taking fruity shots at some neon sign lit bar you wouldn't dare walk into with any sort of clarity, and you get to leave that **** behind when it gets old.