Humans 4 sale (yikes): In the February 22, 1999, issue of Nexus, writer Tamara Laing wrote about Camosun College’s first annual bachelor auction. Yes, I’m serious. 20 of “Camosun’s finest men” were auctioned off to raise money for the student food bank. The rest of the article described how much each gentleman was “bought” for, and the skills they offered—the highest priced bachelor amassed $60. Laing said that the people at the auction seemed strapped for cash, as most of the bids were low (haha). To be honest, I feel like I’m going to be arrested for even recapping this event, and, thankfully, Camosun hasn’t continued the tradition of selling men—it’s a saturated market anyways.
Nudity? No, thank you: In the column Wendi’s World, writer Wendi Davies discussed dealing with embarrassment. She listed a few embarrassing situations that she had found herself in, like falling up some stairs, having poppy seeds stuck in her teeth, or accidentally seeing nudity on TV. It’s with deep shame that I admit that the latter recently happened to me when I watched the movie Saltburn—which was vile and disgusting. Worst ending to a movie, ever. I may rewatch it a few times just to make sure it’s as bad as I’m remembering. Anyways, Davies suggests being able to laugh off your embarrassment, or something. What am I writing about again?
Rave away: In this issue, writer Colin White detailed his experience in going to his first rave on Quadra Island in a community hall. He had reservations and was expecting a chaotic, depraved experience, but was pleasantly surprised by the lack of drunken hooligans and fights. There was even a warm school bus outside of the community hall for the children and mothers at the rave to hang out in.