Posted by Michelle Nguyen on May 7, 2012 at 8:28 pm
Haven’t you heard? Youtube is going nuts for this adorably bro-y rendition of Call Me Maybe. This reminds us of that time the Princeton swim team did Katy Perry’s Teenage Dream. We are secretly hoping that this becomes a trend and that other athletic teams will soon hop on-board.
Follow the jump to see the British diving team lip-synching and cartwheeling to Sexy and I Know It. Can you say abs?
Posted by The Voice Staff on December 5, 2011 at 8:00 pm
It’s almost the end of the year, which means you should get yourself one of these coveted calendars, based on The Voice’s most popular article of the last academic year - “10 Guys You’ll Meet at Harvard.”
They have elicited various “Wows” and “Do these guys actually go to Harvard?” comments from onlookers at the Activities Fair earlier this year. Don’t miss out!
Specs: 11.0″ x 8.50″ on glossy calendar paper, printed by Vistaprint.
Price: $12. (Similar calendars sell for $16 on Vistaprint.)
Free shipping by campus mail for Harvard students. Non-Harvard buyers will be charged a flat shipping rate of $3.
Click below to order. Follow the jump for a sneak preview and acknowledgements. You know you want to Facebook-stalk our models ;)
Posted by Michelle Nguyen on March 7, 2011 at 4:06 pm
Carrie Bradshaw and Samantha Jones might have taken the Big Apple by storm a decade ago, but this year, a new group of heels-wearing, BBM-ing, tweeting girls are set to put the “Sex” back in the City of Cambridge. Well, at least the part of Cambridge that houses Harvard’s eight all-male Final Clubs.
Self-described as “[Boston University] bitties, hooching and husband hunting at Harvard Final Clubs. We ward off RUHGs (random ugly Harvard girls)…frequently,” these seven girls, who call themselves the “HarvardHoochies,” spend their weekends party-hopping around Mt. Auburn street and aren’t afraid to let the whole Twitter universe know it. The girls are outrageous, hilarious and unapologetic about their mission statement – to find the preppiest, final-club-biest flavor of the night. Even Newsweek acknowledged their Twitter account as ” mak[ing] the entire scene sound like Jersey Shore in gabardine.”
(Yes that’s not a real picture of them. You gotta sniff them out, ‘hun. You know where to look! Xoxo)
The Voice sat down with the Hoochies on Friday, with sangria on their side and HUHDS fries on ours (yes, it was never evenly matched), and talked about their lives at Harvard, the “hoochies-tweeting” trend in other colleges, and, you guessed it, the Final Clubs.
Posted by Kathleen French on November 13, 2009 at 1:54 pm
Continuing our Diary of a… series. Inspired by Harvard FML.
October 3, 2009: Damn it. My roommate came back while I was in the shower again. Singing. Loudly. No, I’m not in any of the a capella groups. WHY THE EFF IS PARTY IN THE U.S.A. SO DAMN CATCHY. I want my testicles back. I feel like R. Kelly. She’s like 11. But…I just want to move my hips like yeah. I guess I never got the memo…
These bros dig Taylor Swift. Do you?
October 23, 2009: On my run today “Nobody’s Perfect,” came on and I got caught at a light and couldn’t cross—and not realizing how loud it was playing and how much I was bobbing my head, a little girl, about the age of 12….yeah definitely 12, laughed at me. She laughed at me. I’m just going to Hemenway and watching some Ultimate Fighting while I pump iron. Just after I finish running to “Best of Both Worlds.”
Posted by The Voice Staff on November 2, 2009 at 4:58 pm
Hi there. This is The Voice Ninja. Who am I? Why have you never seen or heard of me? It’s because I’m a ninja, duh.
Occasionally I’ll come out of the shadows when The Voice hires me for a little espionage. While it’s of questionable morality, sure, I like to think of it as community service. No but really, my feudal Lord (aka TF) caught me plagiarizing in lit-sex and they made me agree to either do this or take a gap year.
So here I am, hiding out in a tree, watching a final club’s induction…or what looks like the beginnings of one. Which final club you ask? Well…it’s the tacky one that looks like a Cantabrigian Hooters: The Owl. And this isn’t the first time they’ve let their owlets outta the bag.
What follows after the jump are the notes I took from the event. Some highlights: random dude with axe, typical bro behavior, and somebody playing Joan of Arc in the leaves.
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