Max Friedman-Cole

An unfortunately-prescient guide to UofT’s best fallout shelters You know, I wrote this pitch call as a funny play on the Wasteland theme, but with recent political developments, it’s become more potentially relevant than I’d anticipated. If it’s 2027 and you’re currently using this newspaper to shield your head from the irradiated soot-rain of what was once Toronto, then feel free to put the blame on me for presaging all this – in all likelihood, I’ll be dead by then.

Why we may want to tone our demand for university artefacts down a little. Look, I get it. University is a special time in any young person’s life, and I totally understand the impulse to flaunt and commemorate one’s university experience through the acquisition of some sort of physical artefact. The conceptual existence of the UofT merch store and the demand that necessitates it does not bother me.

On mitigating the inherent cringe of erotic prose Sexting, like those games where people roll around in giant plastic spheres, is generally thrilling to those participating in it, but ridiculous-looking to anyone observing from outside. This paradigm was illustrated when Adam Levine, frontman of odious radio-rock factory Maroon 5, was roundly mocked for the incompetent prose of his leaked sexts.