Should I take this as an insult? Or not?

Brock Boy/Girl madness
As a former Brock student, I have always enjoyed the Brock Press and continue to read it by way of your e-mail edition. I do, however, have one suggestion: Stop the fucking Brock Boy/Brock Girl “article”. It is not Arts, and it certainly does not fall under the classifcation of “Entertainment”. With elitist nerd Beth Maher in charge of this garbage, you at least had an opportunity to learn the names of the random weirdos in the halls. Now, thanks to Kristen De Palma, your readers are subjected to a nauseating and embarrassing display of over worn and outdated fashion. As if that weren’t enough, her questions seem only to teeter between ridiculous and irritating. Finally, and I think this is the most important point here, no one wants to be the Brock Boy/Brock Girl.
I don’t know how many ways I can say this. I do know that I’ve kept quiet about this for too long.
Just stop.
Chris Thompson
BA Pop Culture, 2004
(ed. note) The Brock Boy/Brock Girl article frequently places in the top-five in hits on our web site and finished fourth this week, far and away ahead of any other Culture article.

From the Brock Press opinion page for September 20/2005.

For those not in the know, I used to write a fashion column for my University’s paper – a semi-sarcastic style profile of a boy and a girl on campus.
Also, interestingly enough, I think I know this Chris Thompson. I’m prettty sure he was a devestatingly gay boy on my residence floor in first year.
Come to think of it, it’s pretty ironic to be called an elitist nerd by a gay pop-culture major.

Yesterday was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Or spreadable cheese.
Not only did I get to see yummy, yummy Ok Go (have I mentioned yet that Damien Kulash grows sexier by the hour? I found him cute before. Now he is a full fledged sexy rock star), but I happened upon a great bookstore owned by a fascinating lady (the veritable design institution: Another Man’s Poison – I could disappear into it’s stacks never to be seen again) , and cemented my plans to apply to OCAD (as it’s admissions staff just so conveniently happened to be at the college fair, at the convention centre, a block away from the offices of the walrus).
OCAD even told me with my experience, I might even get an advanced placement (if my portfolio is up to snuff of course).
And so, I must retreat to the drawing table. If only I had one.
I’ve got to get on this portfolio thing. I’ve been contemplating it for quite some time now, but deadlines are drawing ever closer. November for some workshops, and February for the final interviews.
On top of it all, I am starting to feel like moving to Toronto is a bright and shining reality. I don’t feel like a suburbanite tourist in the downtown anymore. I feel like I’m moments away from making it my home.