Awwww Crap, Now I Feel Bad, Kinda
By Ygal Kaufman
As devotees will no doubt recall, several months ago I wrote a scathing but fair take on the slowness of service at several of the eateries in town. What you may not be privy to are the sordid ins and outs of journalism. You see, we rely on the good vibes of the local businesses and customers of our bustling burg. Without you all patronizing local businesses, there would be no Corvallis and surely no Advocate. So dancing on the grave of a place with particularly bad service is not what we do here. We want local businesses to thrive and we want Corvallis to thrive, if for no other reason than that we live here too.
So the quiet passing of CHeBA Hut on Monroe last month is nothing to celebrate…
That said, I’m not not celebrating either.
I don’t suppose there’s any chance an East Coast-style sandwich shop, or heaven forbid, an actual honest-to-goodness deli could take that space…?
Three Cheers for Fair Compensation
By Sidney Reilly
The NCAA exists in a strange universe: adults treated as boys and girls, billions of dollars at stake that never touch the hands of the engines that generate it, a shady cabal of rich old men defending their meal ticket… although, if you think of it, that applies to the academic side, too.
The current debate about college athletes is what lazier writers would call a “Pandora’s box.” Seriously, google “college athletes pay Pandora’s box,” 681,000 results. Well, 681,001 when this posts.
But the reason the cliché is so easy to fall back on is because nobody genuinely has a clue what is going to happen if college football and basketball players start getting paid, or if former players will start getting royalties for their likeness usage. Everyone’s pretty sure they understand the basic concept: the money that goes to them has got to come from somewhere, so who’s going to be the ones paying?
Does this mean the end of the salad days for the men in charge? Will everyone get their fair share and the integrity of the sport stay intact? I won’t hold my breath.
So, too, the tenured professors will have their day of reckoning with the non-tenure track profs who now outnumber them more than 2 to 1 and will seek their “fair share” of the pie that is dollars they bring to the university. Those that know they can’t defend their position on dollars and cents alone will grow to empathize with their unlikely bedfellow, the palm-greasing BCS crony, as both fight to protect their disappearing existence.
The university system doesn’t just benefit from the money generated off the backs of athletes; it generates a huge chunk of research, state, and federal funding of all kinds off the backs of the rest of the students and non-tenure faculty too. There’s a name for that type of arrangement. Actually there are several, but a particularly terrible one is slavery.
But obviously no professors or college administrators think of themselves as oppressors; why should they?
College athletes, who no doubt benefit from their “bondage” much more than any real slave ever did, are still often referred to as modern day slaves. In fact, “college athletes modern slavery” gets 686,000 hits on Google.