1st Annual Blackinthe’Cacmas: The Plight of the Non-‘Cac World

Season’s Greetings and a Merry ChrismaHanaKwanza’Cac to all.

This winter break has been quite interesting. I am in DC for Christmas and my family here are great. My uncle, my mother’s brother, his wife and two baby girls are precious but they are far from ‘Cac life.

I didn’t realize how used to ‘Cac/college life I was until I came here for break. My uncle didn’t have Google Chrome or Spotify. No one talked about Occupy, social inequalities, I haven’t heard: systemic, problematic, discourse, framework, or rhetoric is what feels like years. However, the constant inquiries about Tufts and in what league are we were prevalent. Also, there is some suble shade being thrown about the ‘Cac, several “oh my niece or family friend or grandson applied to Tufts but when to Harvard or Darthmouth etc instead.” Thanks for being rude. IntheCac or die, please. Today at dinner I had to defend going to school in Boston, as if that was hard.

A particular highlight are my two babies cousins.

The older one, M, is Blair Waldorf Jackson, (oh btw, my uncle and family are like the Afro-1% ). She is going to marry a count yet run her own Fortune 500 company and the free world. She is smart as a whip, super logical and endearing when not screaming her little head off. She was apprehensive of me for the first 5 years of her life (she is 9 years old so liking me is new). The other is literally me as a little girl; she is sassy, swagtastic, and moody. Either way they both are wearing me OUT.

In ‘Cac culture, going to bed at a reasonable hour is unheard of even on vacation nights. However waking up by 9 am is causal for these children, they are up and spry and running round upstairs. The first night I was up until 5 or so catching up on my extensive Hulu queue and I barely get one cycle in when “Cousin JJ, its time to get up!” I, then, feel 50 pounds of baby human jumping on my back. After stumbling out of bed like the day after the Zeta Box Wine Party,  I make it upstairs to my uncle, aunt, and two grandma’s all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Then the daily request start.

1) Can we take pictures?

There are probably 100 just like these

2) Can we watch The Annoying Orange:

The Least Annoying Annoying Orange3) Just Dance on Wii

Screen Shot from Just Dance

Not to mention every possible kids movie every made (currently watching Mary Poppins). They, however, aren’t the worst. The high society Christmas guests are the true issue. Some random family/ work friends came over and I got asked How’s Tufts? literally once an hour on the hour. As if my answer would change. The worst was the “look how big/fat/old you’ve gotten” comments. I know you haven’t seen me since I was 10, get over it. Then there was the what are you going to do with sociology question. I said pre-law because explaining that I want to advocate for LGBT rights isn’t riveting dinner conversation. After being curt enough the questions finally stopped and my Grandma just started speaking for me. Love her. Sort of. She is old fashion and thinks I’m hiding a white girlfriend at school. I’m not, for a few reasons. (GAY AS THE EGGNOG ON CHRISTMAS, for one). Little does she know, my gay uncle and his white husband are coming tomorrow. So BOOM this holiday season is gonna go for drab to fab in 24 hours. I’m also seeing my tres chic cousin (like 3rd cousin closest to me in age) tomorrow and she is gonna take me to hookah, thank jesus.

So ready for this break to be kickstarted cause family drama makes for the best tweets.

Speaking of which, follow me on twitter as I live tweet my BlackInThe’Cacmas @jayydodd

These people obviously aren’t from the ‘Cac

In the last few weeks I’ve had some scary encounters with the news. The first incident occurred at my house with the local paper. The second was during an online procrastination perusal of the Christian Science Monitor. Apparently, a trend is starting to spread where states are passing (or trying to pass) bills that make it legal to carry guns on college campuses.

Family friendly, right?

Excuse me? Are you crazy?? Sure, give a ton of stressed out/periodically intoxicated/young college students (I think I’m still young) guns to run around with. Sounds like an awesome idea. And the worst part is, they use the Virginia Tech incident as evidence of needing this bill. It’s obvious, isn’t it? Let everyone have guns so when there is a shooting (which, I’m pretty sure, is going to happen more often with guns now being allowed on campus) everyone else can shoot at the shooter. It’s perfect.

Who needs the police anyway.

Perfectly stupid.

I don’t need no guns. I got intellectual firepower baby.

In case you weren’t already in the mood

CHRISTMAS is in less that a month. Which means the radio finally grows some and starts playing some amazing holiday pop. I being so inspired decided to post some of my favorites.

ENJOY or you don’t love the holidays which means you have no soul. (#hereslookingatyougrinch)

First up is Christmas in Harlem by Kanye + friends. In a world where Hip-Holiday isn’t really a legit field, this is a great jam. Laidback and warm Kanye  and company (too many people for me to actually list them) offers up some aural hot chocolate.

Next up: All I Want For Christmas is You by Mariah Carey. This song should literally be featured in hymnal, this song is like beyond classic. It is a sure-fire sign we are in Yuletimes. Since the day after Thanksgiving I have had this song be my wake up song. Also if you listen to the Justin Beiber version, you lose your right to listen to music.

For every 7-year-old girl in 1998, N*Sync makes you squeal in happiness and this song makes you takes you back. Ignore Gary Coleman and enjoy this quintessential 90’s jam.

For those who like to cry around Christmas, this Maroon 5 cover of Happy Christmas (War is Over) is literally beautiful.

Either way, have a most happy of holidays, from blackinthecac


A ‘Cac Perspective

If you’re anyone, you watched Arthur as a kid. It was my favorite. I always liked the brother-sister relationship between him and D.W. (Dora Winifred – who names their kid that anyway?) probably because I always wanted a sibling. (You know you want to watch that video).

Well guess what. It’s never too late. During my first year at Amherst, my parents decided to become foster parents. They’re fairly generous, helpful people, and they also wanted to get licensed, (like, legit), since they’ve done things like this in the past for some of my childhood friends and younger family members.  Every break since, I’ve come home to several little brothers – two high-school aged ones my freshman year, then only one of those two last year, and then one younger boy this year, though I only met him once before he left. I just learned during Thanksgiving break I would be having an eleven-year-old foster sister for the rest of the year.  Our state has fairly few resources for their foster care program, so my parents are often called up for help in giving these kids a place to stay, if only temporarily.

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it’s pretty hard, for my parents obviously, but also for me on my trips home. These kids come from pretty horrible situations, and it takes them awhile to adjust – to trust, to function, to feel comfortable in our house. And I feel like I have to go through the same sort of process when I go home; it’s different when your house, your spaces, are changed by a new person living there. You have to adjust your pattern, even during a week-long visit home for the holidays. But you get used to it.  I’m getting used to it.

And now I really like it. I wish I were actually home to get to know these kids and to have a chance to play the big-sister role (it has come out occasionally – I had a blast taking my little foster bro to see Harry Potter last year), but I still appreciate what my parents are doing all the same. More than anything, I’m so much more aware of the difference between having good and bad parents – the results of the bad ones are often under my roof, and I have heard many of my mom’s horror stories about their struggles to function.

This is important – it took me several years to realize that. A lot of people don’t know much about foster care and what it’s like to experience it, and it shows. It needs more funds, more support, more willing families, and more attention. Which is why I wanted to put this out there to all of you in the ‘Cac. After all – we are a community of many, many things, but most importantly, of education.


Today was a big day: I relinquished my rights to facebook and am on an indefinite break from what some may call an “unhealthy relationship.”

This evening, I had my youngest sister change my facebook password so I am essentially locked out of the bottomless black hole that is the ‘book. Since approximately 6:45 PM EST, I have attempted to log into facebook around 10-15 times (eventually realizing that it might be beneficial to change my homepage from facebook.com to something more mundane, such as google) because let’s be real. I’m a huge facebook creep and I can’t help myself from stalking all my “friends'” status updates and muploads from last weekend.

With the final weeks of classes quickly approaching and finals week racing towards us ‘Cac-ers, I figured I might as well stop wasting my life facebooking and try to enjoy my Thanksgiving break and Turkey Day like I know best: drinking (and fighting) with the fam, spending mommy and daddy’s hard earned money, and eating massive amounts of home cooked food (this is yet to be seen at my household).

Anyway, the reasons behind this RADICAL change in lifestyle go beyond my nerd-dom and my incessant (and sometimes compulsive) need to constantly be working and/or studying. I realized that every time I go on the internet I find myself surfing my newsfeed for ~10 minutes before I remind myself that I went on my computer to actually do something… or did I?…

These lapses in time started to accumulate, and they became progressively longer, until I legitimately was facebooking like a fat kid eats: compulsively and without any self-control. I then asked myself this afternoon, “What exactly am I doing with my life?” as I’m sure many ‘Cac-ers do. Enough was enough, I said as I was putting the finishing touches on my neuropsychology paper at the dining table. I bbm-ed my sister from the kitchen (of course, she was a floor away in her bedroom. Funny how technology has led us down such a solitary road…) and made an executive decision. I wirelessly-uttered those 3 words via bbm: CHANGE MY PASSWORD.

And so it was done.

To Mark Zuckerberg, I have this to say:

It isn’t you, It’s me. We had a good run and I’ll always remember all the good times we had. We just need some time apart. I need to figure my ish out, you know?  I still want to be friends…

And so, as of tonight I am officially off facebook.

… We’ll see how long this lasts. #facebookproblems

The chicken, the rice, the soup, and the fortune cookies.

Happy Thirsties.

Coupla odds n ends. Long jawwn. Breakdown: Centennial Weekend, Halloweenswagswag, Men’s Soccer Round-up, College Voice #shonolove, Weekend Banger UAV, online. 

First, Centennial Weekend at ConnColl was out of control.  It became evident that all the money Conn has made on suspended kids’ tuition and on parking tickets (a similar number if I had to guess, Conn’s Campus Safety officers double as parking czars) over the years was spent on the Friday night fireworks display.  Put K.Perry to shame.  Literally the best I’ve ever seen.  Saturday’s festivities included a Men’s Soccer victory over Coast Guard (I’ll cut the Coasties some slack, the fireworks had them at defcon-5 for the entire night previous), Harvest Fest, an Alumni Party (crashed, looted), a Beam-signing in the half-built Science Center, and a Gala Event in the Student Center that evening.

And Thennn.  A quick round-up of the best  worst most epic Halloween Costume ideas I’ve heard floating around Conn in the past few days.  Disclaimer: if you steal these ideas, remember that we’re hovering around 1,000 views a week, so chances are someone’s gonna blow up your spot.

1. The Oscillating Fan. Lots of slow, 180-degree rotations and aggressive cheering and clapping.

2. Team Globo Gym.  Overheard via twitter but legendary nonetheless.

3. Dead Michael Jackson, with dolls.  Much, much too soon.

4.  The Office/Modern Family.  Nearly impossible to distinguish unless done perfectly.

5. The 1%. #Occupy deeeez nuts

6. Rebels and Dead Qaddafi/SEAL Team 6 with Dead Osama. Patriotic? I guess?

7. The cast of Arthur. No, Muffy is not allowed to look like a slut.  Don’t you steal my childhood like that.

8. The Republican Presidential Candidates.  And Sarah Palin. And Donald Trump. And Rush Limbaugh.

9. The Cast of the Jersey Shore. Somewhat played out, seeing as they sell this at iParty and at Party City now (and at Wal-Mart actually…), but still solid if done well. Dibs on Deena

10. Anything that’s actually really fucking scary. It’s a backwards double ironical because halloween is about being ironic and no one is actually scary anymore so bail on the slut-gear, stop being funny, and scare the nuts off some 8-year-olds.

ANDD THENNNN. A quick Men’s Soccer round-up.  We don’t have football at Conn so futbol is what’s good in the fall.  Yesterday, unbeatens Wesleyan and Amherst faced Trinity and Conn, respectively, to determine who would receive the one seed heading into the 8-team championship.  Curveball: Trin knocked off Wes 2-0, and Conn bested Amherst 3-2.  Conn travels to Hartford this weekend in a 3-6 matchup to try to avenge an early season loss to the Bantams.  Amherst takes the top seed by virtue of a better record than Wes against top-4 teams, so they face eighth-seeded Colby at home in the quarterfinals.  The Cardinals from Middletown will face a slighted Middlebury squad coming off a ‘Cac Championship season in their quarterfinal matchup.  Tufts @ Williams in the 4-5.

ANDDDDD THENNNNNNNN. I responded in kind (not that kindly) to the opinion article on the College Voice website the day it came out (Not All It’s ‘Cac-ed Up to Be, It really is all its cac’ed up to be…), but the website crashed a day later, conveniently wiping out all the comments.  The articles have since been restored, but the eloquent dialogue that occurred betwixt the piece’s author and myself has been lost to the interwebs.  To summarize: the author is a freshman and probably has not come into contact with laxtitutes yet.  I don’t like my ‘cacswag post (from which the author grabbed all of her quotes from me) but I like the gear so I left it alone. Point: I am not embarrassed, really by anything.  Counterpoint: Once, I was meeting an old girlfriend’s parents for the first time at her kitchen table and I turned to crack my back and tore off a real quacker of a fart by accident. Moving on, I want to celebrate celebrating drinking with the author. I will try to diversify my Conn posts so that I do not so heavily glorify the omnipresent alcohol culture in the midst of which we find ourselves on various nights from Tuesday through Sunday.  I hope that the author will guest-blog for the illustrious inthecac.com. Any publicity is good publicity.


DJ Yoni of BigGreenBeats fame will be at Psi U at Wesleyan Friday night. Expect electro and mashy bangers all night.

Pierce Fulton will be at Midd on Saturday, ups to D.Moo for the put-on. Danky; of Yacht Week fame.

This is just a raw thumping gem that should be a part of your costume-clad weekend.