Nah’msayin?
McGill Frosh Must Die
It’s that time of year again. McGill frosh.
Yes, the Christmas in September has rolled around again—and when it’s not rolling around black-out drunk in the gutters of the McGill ghetto, it must be one of those oh-so-equally-rare excursions when the McGill froshies muster up the chutzpah to cross the imaginary boundaries that seem to keep them campus-bound the rest of the year to run around getting their stupid frosh song stuck in your head.
Yes, the only thing worse than the attitude espoused in the lyrics is how humiliating it is to find yourself humming a song where stereotypes mock you in an extremely crass manner. I bet this is how women feel when they listen to Chris Brown’s music.
I’d rather be a Redman than a fucking bumblebee, sing the extremely drunk froshies, I’d rather be a doctor than flip burgers at McD’s. I wouldn’t wipe my ass with a Concordia degree, so fuck you bumblebees!
This is one of those instances where the insult says more about the insulter than the insultee, if you ask me.
First, the Redman isn’t even their mascot (It’s the Martlet—the women’s teams’ logo. I won’t get into the fact that their male and female athletes compete under different names, but I do think it’s wise that they don’t have an actual red man as their mascot), and, for the record, bumblebees are a good deal more important to the survival of the world’s ecosystems than any ‘Redman,’ however totally bad-ass bro he seems.
As for every McGill student being doctor material, don’t make me laugh; I’ve read overheardatmcgill.com. And if we did a count of all the Concordia grads flipping burgers at McDonald’s franchises, I’m sure we could fit them all, along with the combined IQs of a couple of hundred plastered teenagers in garish clothing traipsing around downtown yelling profanities at top volume into the navel of a bumblebee—and still have room for three caraway seeds and a Redman’s forebrain.
Listen. I know that it’s important for students to come together socially in the early going of their time together in order to create lasting networks, decrease the sense of isolation and culture shock (for many, this will be their first time north of the border!). And I’m sure Concordia frosh, if I ever saw evidence of it actually happening, probably engages in mindless, petty bullshit too.
I’m not so stupid that I don’t realize that demonizing an opponent is a great team-building strategy. But if McGill students are really the mental giants they’re claiming to be, shouldn’t they be above using the backwards, repressive and divisive strategies of the stupid people they claim to despise?
