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THE DAPPER MAN | Quick Tips for an Upgraded Look

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By JEFFREY BREUER

For many young men in college, dressing “well” is a thought that has never crossed their mind. A morning’s routine consists of not much more than throwing on a t-shirt and pants, paired with whichever shoes are closest nearby. While it is absolutely fine that some young men choose not to think more about how they present themselves, I have found over my years at Cornell that many aspire to a greater sense of personal style and self-confidence. If you’ve been thinking about expanding and emboldening your style, here are a few tips to get you started:

Replace running shoes with more versatile sneakers. Especially for first-years, this is a crucial pitfall.

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WATCH ME IF YOU CAN | Maybe American Hustle Wasn’t That Bad

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By MARINA CAITLIN WATTS

David O’Russell’s 2013 film American Hustle was probably the biggest disappointment of Oscar season that year. It garnered 10 nominations from the Academy and walked away with nothing that evening. The plot was confusing, Christian Bale’s comb-over didn’t get a proper end credit and not even the Robert De Niro cameo could lift my spirits. When brought up in casual conversation, everyone would wince and avoid saying how much they hated it because of the high anticipation it received. However, when revisited and broken down, Hustle is actually tolerable.

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AUDACIOUS | The Problem With Political Parties

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By SUTHESHNA MANI

In the midst of debates, political banter and talks of which candidate we want as president, we once again face a nation politically polarized. The conservatives vs. the liberals, the democrats versus the republicans, the right versus the left. Or as the opposition likes to say, the bleeding heart liberals, establishment puppet conservatives, the whiny democrats and the redneck, racist republicans. Let’s stop.

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CHANDLER | In Defense of Not Knowing What You’re Talking About

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By SARAH CHANDLER

I sat down two minutes early for my 10:10 in a huff of barely concealed rage. Convinced that I would never figure out how long it takes for me to get from one place to another, I decided that I would just set up a lean-to on Central Campus to eliminate some of the disparity. Two minutes early. I had arrived at class two minutes early, even though I had left my dorm seven minutes later than usual. It’s moments like these that have me contemplating string theory: Could I have stumbled upon a compactified strand of extradimensional circumstances somewhere between West Campus and the Plant Science Building?