At many Harvard parties, men own the building, the alcohol, the playlist, the guest list. I think this implies that they own the party. Then I remember the party would not exist without the steady nourishment of the line, of the female bodies standing outside. So who owns this party, really?
"I wanted the truth. I thought that her story sounded very credible, her vivid description of what happens, how terrified she was… just the level of detail and the fact that she was so reluctant to be identified and come forward."
Ben M. Abercrombie '21 was ready for a successful career as a Harvard football player—until an entirely legal hit snapped his neck, compressing his spinal cord and essentially detaching his brain from the rest of his body.
Once, I assume, we did not say; we asked. “Trick or treat,” after all, is a question. We, the variously-costumed youths of America, asked the lording homeowners whether they would like to punish or reward. Stick or carrot. “Trick or treat?” An up-talk, a genuine query.