Remember American hero and proud Business School alum ('97) Roy Den Hollander? The self-described antifeminist who sued Columbia for failing to offer a "men's studies" course? Whatever, anyway, he's back! And he's suing mad, specifically about ladies' nights at bars because what else?

This month, Hollander is arguing that when nightclubs offer all the ladies reduced-price drinks, they are discriminating. He then went on to conclude that since nightclubs get their liquor licences from the state, it's not only the clubs but New York that is discriminating against him, Roy Den Hollander, and all of his kind.

The lawsuit was dismissed and Hollander called the judge a "feminist." The end.

Jezebel has breathlessly recounted an argument that occurred between Columbia's own James, a self-described anti-feminist with a private Facebook page, and an unnamed Barnard student who slapped him for saying that he hadn't met an "intellectual feminist" in his life. Naturally, this all happened this weekend at a party East Campus because of course.

James' mysterious and covert Facebook also features a theoried-out anti-feminist rant. It's cryptic and long and its coherence is tenuous, but you can read the whole thing on Jezebel (if you're so inclined).

Oh okay fine, here's the thesis: "The ethos of the feminist movement and gender relations today in America [is] the homosexualization and corruption of women into earthly creatures moved only by sex and material power, incapable of affirming a natural and sacred feminine identity in favor of an unnatural masculine one."

The scene: Tasti D-Lite in Lerner. Yesterday, mid-afternoon.

Girl 1: So in my class, this guy was like laughing when the professor was talking about like, women and misogyny.

Girl 2: That's so ridiculous.

Girl 1: And then he tried to flirt with me after class and I was like, "I'm not going to flirt with you after you like laughed about women."

Girl 2: (nods approvingly)

First came the lice. They invaded the heads (and sheets, and clothes, and pillows) of the girls of the Barnard Quad back in October. Next up on the nuisance continuum: "racist" graffiti.

It's barely eight hours into the first day of the semester, and controversy has already erupted in the form of graffiti scribbled on dry-erase boards in Hewitt. The nature of the graffiti is first described as "racist", but later as "targeting feminism." Perhaps the correct term might have been "sexist"? In any event, the entire Barnard community received an email alerting them to the events and subsequent series of meetings to discuss the code of conduct.

Frankly, we're a bit nostalgic for the lice. Full email after the jump.

Hundreds stood, their fists raised, ringed by police, silent. And then, the cries went up.

"Together we unite to take back the night!"

"Hey hey, ho ho, Sexual Violence has got to go!"

The crowd, about 90% women and the most popular men on campus, lurched forward, flooding across Broadway and down 116th street to Riverside. Shouts went up in disunison, adding to the cacophony of rape whistles in a joyous celebration of girl power--especially urgent in light of last Saturday's rape. They wound their way back up 114th street, past frat row, where brothers (and sisters) hung signs out their windows in support of the march. Passersby looked bemused, some slightly stunned, all quietly watching.

Bwog left feeling slightly less snarky than usual.

- LBD, bottom photo by Karen Kwan from the Quad

We rocked so hard, I thought we'd be together forever. And then you came back from Bulgaria with him. So I followed you home. And shouted expletives at your window all night long, and kept strands of your hair in a little box on my nightstand. I didn't see the harrassment charges coming.

From now on: What? You don't know who directed Angels in the Outfield! Get out of my sight. And don't forget to go out the back door, or you'll emerge from this place coated in Vaseline!

Woman! Get in the Kitchen and Bake Me Some Pie!

Woman! Get in the Kitchen and Bake Me Some Pie! Again.

Guy A: Well, what are you going to do with a waffle maker?

Guy B: Make waffles.