To the new freshmen, the enticing return of Columbia Admirers must sound a bit like gibberish. They did not witness the rise, many attacks, and final fall of the great Facebook presence that ruled our news feeds and propelled our classmates into stardom. Whether or not the highly suspicious new Columbia Admirers is here to stay or, like Columbia Compliments, will just not really be a thing, it’s worth talking about.
But what’s also worth discussing is the many people we came to know through this venue. So humor me and let me use twin brother, Keanu Ross-Cabrera, as an example.
Ever since Keanu’s admirers reached double digits, people approached me asking one question: What do you think of it? Does it bother you? Well, to tell you the truth, I was a little concerned, but not for the obvious reasons.
Let me preface this by saying that Keanu, like billions of other sisters will claim, is the best brother anyone could ask for. He is kind, smart, funny, caring, and so much more. I am so lucky to have such a great friend by my side. When Keanu’s image skyrocketed to Internet fame, I was truly happy for him. He is one of the few people I know that can handle 60+ googly-eyed teenage girls and not let it go to his head. But I have concerns with where this affection is coming from.
In general, Columbia Admirers posts are very superficial, choosing to focus on looks rather than the actual person. Although there is the occasional “boy in my CC class, the way you defend Glaucon’s argument really gets me wanting to take you out to coffee and hear more of your thoughts,” it’s not that common.
My issue is this: Maybe we all went through some sort of huge metamorphosis between birth and setting foot on Columbia campus, but I am willing to bet we Columbians have always been the same people inside. I want to know where the admirations were during those years in middle school when we had braces, glasses, and baby fat. Where were the “you’re so amazing oh my god” comments when a group of kids chose to bully us in third grade at the playground? Why didn’t people comment on how unique and interesting we were when we didn’t play lacrosse, go to yoga, or go to the gym more than we go to class? Where were the mounds of anonymous love notes when we weren’t the people we are today, but merely on our journey towards that end?
What I’m suggesting here is that as this new wave of admiration comes around, let’s make it mean something more. Columbia Admirers has the capacity to brighten everyone’s day, to give everyone hope that chivalry isn’t dead and that although our feet will fall asleep in the Ref Room at 2 a.m., our emotions never will. Yes, the occasional “girl in Ferris, let’s have sex on the staircase and see if it breaks” post will generate a few laughs, but let’s try our best to appreciate people in less superficial ways. Everyone has something worth appreciating, and believe it or not, it’s more than appearance.
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