According to a new study, one fifth of all American children aren't allowed to go outside. In unrelated news, American children: fat.
Oregon English teacher loses her fight to take a gun to class.
After a week off, let's jump right back in:
As our lovely Ego editors would say, Halloween is the new Chanukah, as this year's festivities stretched on an entire week, and in some circles, even more.
Passengers revolted after being told to fly on a jet with its wing tip missing. Engineers defend themselves, say, "At least there were no mother fuckin' snakes on the mother fuckin' plane."
Time Magazine reports that Facebook has become more popular than porn.
Penn Transit is a great thing. It zips us all over town, and for free. But as this freshman realizes - and as most of us have known for some time - our beloved delivery system isn't all that Penn Previews cracks it up to be.
J.K. Rowling revealed this week that Professor Dumbledore is gay. Outed wizard sells Pensieve on eBay, plans move to San Francisco, claims Jake Gyllenhaal will appreciate his Elder Wand.
The search for a suspected pedophile is now centered on a sex resort in Thailand.
Don't get me wrong. This weekend, I had as much fun as you. The alumni looked successful, if unhappy, and the laser light show on the Green was uplifting, to say the least.
But amidst all the hoopla, a discouraging fact slipped beneath our collective radar: the football team lost, again.
A Missouri man faces up to 30 years in prison for stealing a 52 cent donut. Man claims it was worth it; donut was "really good."
Almost half the people living in New Jersey want to live somewhere else.
I'm abroad and I find myself craving the familiar. I get together with Penn friends for a weekend in Paris and cling to them, excited that they know me past the familiar, "Where in America are you from?" And when I see Michael Cera waiting for the elevator I'm getting into, my brain goes, "Oh, hey!
It's 3:30 a.m. on Friday night as you stumble into Fresh Grocer to grab some supplies: raspberry fruit spread jam (not jelly); Skippy Peanut butter (smooth, of course); Martin's potato bread; skim milk (not the preferred 2% for fear of the roommate's wrath). Yes, the perfect compilation for a late night feast.
With the temperature beginning to drop like 5th classes in our second week back at Penn, we at Sweeper suggest a change of wardrobe and style.
Fall's fashionable pussy magnet is, ironically, the pussy.
It's a good time to be at the UPenn, where we were once #7 and are now half of #5. At least that seems to be the prevailing notion out on the Walk, where the weather is nice, if humid, and the freshmen are attractive (Thanks Dean Stetson - miss you, call me!), if awaiting the "frosh 15" - namely losing fifteen pounds in a string of Pod lettuce wraps and manic stairmaster sessions.
Oh children, children, welcome back to the playPenn. It's been a long summer devoid of dirt to dig, but now we're back, muckraking your shit for your own enjoyment.