Wooley’s Weekly Wisdom
Ryan Wooley | February 28Dear Wooley, My roommate and I both lived in the dorms last year, and we are roommates again this year.
Dear Wooley, My roommate and I both lived in the dorms last year, and we are roommates again this year.
Readers, I am forgoing my regular column today to give one of my writers the chance to reflect on the recent death of UNM student Wolfgang Scott-Cohen.
Does the UNM basketball team deserve to be ranked among the top 25? As the roller coaster season continues, I’m still uncertain — and I think the Lobos feel the same.
Dear Dr. Peg, _My girlfriend says I have stinky feet. I don’t notice it, but she said that her socks even smelled bad after she washed them with mine.
Picture the scene: Your team just scored a huge victory over the No. 11 team in the nation — you earned your highest grade of the semester in a subject that’s a “weed out class” for your major — or you finally built up the courage to ask for the number of that special someone in your class.
Whenever somebody begins a sentence with “I’m a (blank), but…” I know I’m going to be sneering at whatever they’re about to say.
My man is not good to me like he used to be. He doesn’t tell me he loves me like he used to, and there’s some other stuff, too. He hit me once, but that was a long time ago.
The city disgusts me on a regular basis. At the bus stop, a man blew snot right onto the sidewalk, wiped the rest on his hand then boarded the bus where he, presumably, touched every fixture.
Dear readers, Student Fee Review Board deliberations are done, and, once again, we have been hosed. I am sure you remember our coverage of ASUNM’s president Jaymie Roybal’s bike-share program.
This is National Random Acts of Kindness week, kicked off by Valentine’s Day. Everyone is smiling, opening doors and handing out hugs and chocolates. Want to join in and do something kind?
I don’t know what I hate worse, people with poor grammar or people with poor grammar. You run into them all the time, too.
Sex toys don’t have to be pricey, shaped like an animal or bright purple — you have five of the best sex toys on each of your hands.
Dear Wooley, I didn’t grow up in church, but came to Christ when I was in high school.
The United States government’s obsession with secrecy undermines the democratic principles it’s supposed to protect.
I don’t value disorder above all else. However, I’m feeling increasingly unconfident in our bipartisan government’s ability to make decisions for the good of us all.
Dear readers, As I am fond of saying, I worship the conversation we can create on this opinion page, but, alas, I have noticed this conversation is a bit one-sided.
“Whether it’s corn sugar or cane sugar, your body can’t tell the difference. Sugar is sugar.” This is from a commercial by the Corn Refiners Association, the people who make high fructose corn syrup.
With the elections in November, I’ll do the expected thing and tell you who to vote for.
Having read for a while, I figure you’d probably write something about love in regards to next week’s Valentine’s Day. I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s a corporate day of monetizing love.
The Daily Lobo is searching for photographers, and you might just be the button-pusher we are looking for.