Why I’ll allow myself to be penetrated by a Dodge King

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m horny as FUCK. I know that Valentine’s Day is just a heteronormative holiday that reinforces monogamy in a capitalist society...but baby I Don’t Give A Fuck. I need a goddamn cock in my mouth.

After watching that Little Women shit, I’ve been horny as hell for Timothy Chalamay. (Chalameigh? Camelllet?), He’s inspired me to seek out guys in Dodge — specifically the kind that comment, “Actually it’s called a film” when I use the word “movie” in my Letterboxd review.

I never thought I would stoop this low, but I’ve already hooked up with all 3 guys in Wilkinson and now I need a Kyle from Lady Bird-Type to mansplain why social media is “seriously harming my mental health” even though we met on Grindr. I want a nicotine-addicted, Beautiful Boy type, whose face is shaped like a bicycle seat for me to sit on. And I wanna be fucked like a tight little peach sitting somewhere in Northern Italy, 1983.

Wait, I guess… I just want to fuck Timothée Chalamet(?) Timothée if you’re reading this, hit me up. Until then, I’ll settle for any boy with brown hair in Marion Knott Studios.

Why is it so cold? And other questions the white writers have been thinking

Why is it so cold? Where does the wind come from? How do scarves work? Since it is so cold, where did the hot go? Does Chapman care about their students? Am I still hot? Who gets to decide if I’m hot or not? Why are sunGLASSES made out of PLASTIC? Which is more “woke”, Lyft or Uber? So, is it more of an “I have to decide I’m hot thing?” Is it cultural appropriation if I get the coronavirus? If I’ve never had love, does that make love a lie or does that make me a virgin? Is it cultural appropriation if I don’t get the coronavirus? Does it matter if I’m hot if I’m still sad all the time? What do “walk in hours” mean? If one foot hurts and then I want to rest that foot, but then I overwork the other foot, now I have two hurt feet? How do I switch from being cute to being hot? Can my new hotness make it less cold? Why is it so cold? Why is it SO fucking cold?

An Open Letter to the AF Stairs

Dear AF Stairs, 

First off, your existence is chaos. How are all of your steps both too narrow and too wide? I genuinely don’t know the length of stride I should take. Also, don’t give me that “being a spiral staircase is hard” bullshit, because I just spent some time in Europe and they have many spiral staircases that understand the math of how to make every step the same distance, even though they are on a consistent rotation. Your purpose is to be walked on, yet you’re so slippery— why? Do you want me to need two steps for each stair, or one? 

Maybe, I’m being too harsh. Maybe I’m trapped in my dated, eurocentric, standards of what it means to be a staircase. You don’t have to make sense to be a good staircase, you just have to be called “stairs.” You challenge the norm and that makes you special. So AF Stairs, be my date February 14th? I’d love to walk on you, if you’d let me. 

Lemme know, 

Confused & Horny 

Romantic Date Spots

The Filling Station:

Is there anything more romantic than fucking pandemonium? Well welcome to The Filling Station, cupid. In this constantly full three-star hellhole, you can look over your belgian waffle and watch the person you love eat a shitty wrap next to an ineffective heat lamp. Congrats.

FISH Interfaith Center:

FISH is an acronym. It stands for Fuck It. Sloppy & Horny.

Improv Inc Show:

After you suggest dildo, everyone’s gonna laugh at your epic joke, and your hot sexy date will totally want to smooch. 

Brot:

Where is it? I don’t know. What do they have? Like toast or something(?) But if you’re asking out a sorority girl for Valentine’s day, there’s a 87% chance she became obsessed with Brot some time in the last two months, at least its not Philz.

Black Announcement

Caucasians, 

The Kumquat’s resident 1.6% back again. Firstly, don’t worry Whites, we’ve still got the topical Valentine’s content you were probably expecting and as long as you support VOC (Voices of Color) you can head to the back page and check it out after I say my piece, it’s EXTRA horny this month. A little bit about myself, you may know me from such articles as...literally any of the black ones. What you may not know is that I was RETIRED. I no longer had to play Michael Che to the Kumquat’s MANY Colin Josts and I found actual inner peace. I had no lists to write (“Top 10 Ways to Avoid Telling Your Dodge Friend They’re Just Not Talented”), no hot takes to drop— nothing. I spent a month and a half freeballing, watching Love Island, and wondering whether or not Doja Cat wants Nigerian babies. 

Interterm ended, Black History Month rolled in and things should’ve only been looking up from there. The whites of Chapman should have been doing nothing but groveling, mailing me bricks of Shea Butter, and giving me free reign of the aux at kickbacks — but no. This was not the case. In fact, a few days in, some no top lip having ass, daddy’s money, Young-Sheldon-bodied, Hitler Youth had to run his mouth and insult the beautiful blacks, the lovely gays, as well as the beautiful and lovely black gays of Chapman University. So I’m back.

I’m back because someone has to make white people feel guilty, and frankly, I’m the best at it. History books tried. When you didn’t want to finish your saltless, stewed carrots, your parents tried (“Kids in Africa would love to have this food!”)  God (or whoever) theirself tried but one of you cheeky buggers had to go and invent sunscreen. Well, God’s not here anymore, I am. I don’t care if you have $2.35 or 50 million dollars. I’m back to make you feel guilty talking about your crisis bangs when you could be talking about the crisis in Flint. I am here to steer the conversation from Baby Nut to any of George Washington Carver’s 105 ways to prepare the peanut and the importance of crop rotation. I’m here to look any blonde person in the eyes and say, “Have we met before?” when I know we have.

I know what you’re up to White Chapman and I will be here to foil you at every turn. Administration, I know Ben Shapiro is still sending “U up?” texts, and I know they still get you a little wet. Frat boys, you’ve been singing the N-Word since I got here, I will make a citizen’s arrest one of these days. White women...rude of you to even think about Pete Davidson while Yahya Abdul-Mateen is still alive. Actually— rude of you to even think about Pete Davidson. Anyone I didn’t get to, just know racism is a system, and if you’re benefiting from the system you should probably venmo every black person you know just to be safe. 

Calling All #GirlBosses, It’s Recruitment Season!

Oh my god, hey girl! Those boots are so cute! Is your definition of women supporting women getting more female friends to comment things like “HOT” or “omg stunning” under your Instagram posts? In that case, I, the kumquat’s resident sister, really think you should consider rushing. Where else could you have conversations with other women on topics like favorite pizza toppings, favorite TV show, or your most scarring incident of childhood trauma? Let yourself be freed from all of society’s stereotypes about being female by talking to another girl for five minutes and then have her rank you on a numerical scale! #girlboss!!!

We all know that the best way to fight the patriarchy is by getting a spray tan and wobbling around in 5 inch heels for a weekend in between cries and panic attacks. But hey, the next time one of your male friends talks about how stressed they are about getting into a frat, at least you are now allowed to literally punch them in the face because their rush is just talking about DaBaby while wearing board shorts in the backyard of a frat house. But anyways, #gogreek and find your #girlgang!

Interterm Course Catalog

Chet Hanks Teaches Jamaican Patois 

Massive! You might know that Tom Hanks son, Colin Hanks, went to Chapman University. What you might not know is there’s another son, and he didn’t go to school at all. Instead, Chet Hanks spent years perfecting his Patois in the whitest house in America- and now he wants the students of the whitest schools in America to reap the benefits of his hard work. Big up! Chune in! MWF 7-10. 

Spanish for Seniors 

Puta madre! Graduating in four months and still haven’t completed your language requirement?Muy Bien. This senior-only course is perfect for those who haven’t taken a Spanish class since 10th grade but are convinced they can relearn the language in a four-week-long panic attack. ¡Qué bonita!

Interterm at Sea 

Can’t afford a whole semester but still want that Suite Life on Deck experience? Set sail on a luxurious Duffy Boat vacation around Newport Harbor. The sights are once-in-a-lifetime: Huntington! Laguna! Catalina if you squint!  

Just Youtube Videos

In this experimental Dodge course, students get to just fuckin watch youtube videos. Ten hours a day. Six days a week. It’s just YouTube videos. You’re welcome. We do not talk about the videos between videos. If you talk about the video you will be removed. This will help you in the industry, you’ll thank us later. First video: Charlie bit my finger. 

Downtown Disney 

If you don’t have the annual pass required for the Disney interterm class but still want something useless to fill your January, look no further. This 1.5 credit class consists of a lecture series about why Jazz Kitchen is the best restaurant and a field trip to the Lego Store. There is a $300 lab fee and parking is not included

Explaining Your Major for SCC Students

Do you struggle making small talk at house parties because even you don’t know what your major does? Take this class and you’ll have an easier time correcting people who think it’s  “SEC” 

Sophomore Settles for Interterm Friend Group

Ah, Interterm. A magical time of year where lines are shorter, weeknights are freer, and everyone you actually wanted to see is inexplicably in London or The Philippines. For Trevor Catalan, this spinoff semester features acquaintances such as: Eric, a peripheral member of his orientation group, Chloe, who he laughed with in a class once, and other people that he would normally not acknowledge on campus.

Catalan’s weeknights have been filled with forgettable games of rage cage, group screenings of The Bachelor where half the people have never seen the show, and intimate birthday parties where he knows maybe two people.

“These two weeks have been maybe the hardest semester of my life. Like, suddenly, Reece Vogel thinks he can just hit me up to smoke,” vents Catalan. “Fucking Reece Vogel. And the worst thing is, I tell him yes! What else am I going to do?”

Tensions rose last week (Yesterday), when Catalan casually referred to the group as “The B-Crew” and was ostracized for being the first to vocalize what everyone was thinking. However, he was saved by the group’s collective need to have anyone to talk to at all.

Optimist piece of shit actually follows through on resolutions

As Chapman students ease into the new year, many of them ditch their New Year’s resolutions. Loathsome Junior, Brandon Meyers however, has kept his Resolutions thus far. On New Year’s Eve, he took a hard look at his life and decided he needed to make some fundamental changes. A month later, he’s made them. Fucking prick. This shitbag cuckster now takes the O.C. bus and carpools with his shitty colleagues, but only those who have electric cars.

Brandon (an ass) also has stopped drinking and started taking spin classes, in what is likely a cruel prank on the rest of us. This cunt-munching gorilla-fuckface spearheaded a program that provides shuttle services to polling places for the elderly and handicapped, in light of the upcoming election. "I'm just trying to do my part in making Orange a more inviting and unified place," Brandon said, with his punchable face and mouth. Meyers was spotted last week at the Farmer’s Market buying local produce and telling all the vendors how valuable they are to the community. What a fucking creep. As the year goes on, Chapman students can only hope that the University will crackdown on students like this or that he gets hit by his O.C. bus.

Sorry I'd Love to Hang Out, but Interterm has Destroyed Any Concept of Time

Hey, thanks for reaching out! I’d love to hang out this weekend but I don’t know what that is. Or when that is. Or what today even is. Do you know the utter pandemonium that is my life? I have one class a week and my professor cancelled it, LITERALLY anything goes. I was drunk at 4pm and now I’m crossed at 4:12 pm. I’ve Google searched “LA internships film” at least thirty times and I have no clue when any of them are due. Excuse me if I seem a little stressed, it’s just tough when January 31st could be six months or six minutes from now. 

Friend Studying Abroad Will Almost Certainly Be Forgotten

Lindsay Cain is worried about whether or not her friends will forget about her while she’s abroad, but she has nothing to worry about. They will. Things will be a little weird at first, but after a couple of days, they will completely adjust to a life without her, and in a few short weeks will forget if her name is spelled with an A or E. 

Many students struggle with FOMO during their semester abroad, and Cain is no exception. While she explores the exquisite Italian countryside, Lindsay will yearn to pregame Improv Inc. shows at The K. As she tours a vineyard, day drinking and flirting with a hot sommelier, she will wonder if her friends are going to Fiji or Phi Delt tonight.

In order to curb this inevitable amnesia, Cain will facetime her friends at inopportune moments, send 2,000 word email update and swipe up on every instagram story— only for her friends to like the message and not reply. 

When Cain returns, it’ll be super awkward, but only for a day or two, and then everything will be fine. Soon after, she will forget about their friends that aren’t spending the summer in LA.