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Quarantine Part II: The Spiky Boi Edition
Quarantine Part II: The Spiky Boi Edition
The Hegemonocle
Spiky Bois
The MACALESTER
HEGEMONOCLE
Probably Macalester s First . And now Last . Humor Magazine
Volume 22, Issue 1
Quarantine Part II: The Spiky Boi Edition
Fall (and Winter) 2020
EDITORS-IN-CHIEF
Autumn Campbell 21
Lidija Namike 21
Managing Editor
Niko Bjork 22
Head Writer
Jared Jageler 22
Head of production
Kirk Lobban 21
STAFF
Finn Odum 21 Ethan shaw 21 Kate Sibila 21
SHOUT OUTS
Class of 2020 2021 -are we even graduating if graduation is over zoom?
The Hegemonocle - for continuing to produce shitty work during a shitty time
Our masks for letting us make out with them
Paul Overvoorde - For giving us constant anxiety
Founders : Mikey Freedman 11 and Danny Rocklin 11
characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is
purely satirical.
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How it’s going...
P IZZA
by Corgan Archuleta
We here at Café Wack are committed to bringing you the most heinous pizza creations this
side of Grand Avenue. We hear your request for cheese pizza. Unfortunately, our pizza chef
has developed an artistic complex and will continue to produce increasingly grotesque food that
we hope will nourish your body and mind.
The Presidential . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Sausage white sauce sprinkled with Dr. Rivera’s Luscious Locks™
The Sunshine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
It doesn’t matter what it is, as long as Brandi serves it to you
the window
If you have any requests, feel free to contact us. We won’t listen, but we’ll be sure to put your comments
on the bulletin board! By the way, our chefs strictly source our ingredients locally*
*20% sourced within 100 miles of campus, 80% from the St. Thomas compost and trash bins, or whatever
we can wrestle from the squirrels.
Snake Need Leg
A journey into the mind of Finn Odum
It’s been days since I’ve seen campus. Four whole days. What does Old Main even
look like? Will I ever be bombarded by the putrid, high school locker room scent
of the Humanities building again? How will I ever be able to mock Macalester, if I
cannot BE Macalester?
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Earlier this semester, your Professor took everyone professor, is that too much to ask for?”
by surprise by mentioning their partner in a passing Other students expressed concerns about the
comment. “Partner?” the students reportedly development. “There’s always been this energy of will-
whispered. The classroom was set abuzz they-won’t-they with my professor and me”, reported
with speculation as to whether, despite how one student who wished to remain anonymous.
overwhelmingly queer Macalester is, this was “I’m scared! What if they’re straight and this is just
somehow their first non-cishet professor. another unrequited love, like Dani from highschool,
Today, your Professor has begun telling a personal with their hands so gentle, and their eyes so caring
story about going to Target with their partner. , the curves in their physique so inviting? Or worse,
Although their partner has so far played a what if they’re not and I have to endure the entire
minor role in this anecdote, it is clear that their semester imagining feeding them strawberries
partner’s pronouns will have to be used at some on my dorm bed, them shirtless, with inviting
point. The excitement in the room is palpable. eyes? I’d honestly rather just be stuck in limbo”.
Student experts are divided across the board about Macaighleigh, that bitch whose camera is off and is
this development. Gaydars are firing on all cylinders. obviously ordering Amazon packages all day only had
Some students, like Shirley Granger, are reportedly this to say: “Who cares? I don’t view my professors
incredibly invested. “Seeing openly queer adults in as people so, like, I have zero investment in their
high-level professions means a lot to me. It really lives. I’m studying to become a crisis counselor.”
reminds me how far we’ve come to accepting LGBTQ+ Honestly, fuck Macaighleigh. But now that the
individuals in society, and furthermore dismantles Target story is finishing, what will the
a lot of fears I have for my future. Plus I’m just pronouns be? You could cut the tension in
imagining them at pride and damn what a cute couple the room with a stolen Bon Appetit knife.
they make.” When presented with the possibility the ...
Professor is cishet, Shirley responded, “I mean I guess Oh. They’re straight. That’s cool I guess.
that’s cool too. Like normalizing the term ‘partner’
is also important. But, like... I just want one queer Article by: Kirk Lobban
Dear Macalester Students:
As we continue our gradual return back to campus, I want to acknowledge your resilience in the
• ScotBottle
• AskTheAdmin
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YES NO
OOPS! IT’S TOO LATE AND YOU’RE JUST TOO DARN
FINE, I GUESS YOU ANXIOUS AND THAT’S WHY YOUR DAD THINKS YOU
SHOULD MOVE BACK HOME BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT
CAN YOU ENVISION CAN WAVE. . . WORTH TUITION ANYWAYS : (
YOUR TWO KIDS
CHARLES AND TAMRA
PLAYING IN THE FRONT YES THEN GO GET A COVID TEST POLITE WAVE. BUT SHIT, YOU JUST
TOGETHER YOU CHEEKY TRIPPED AND NOW YOU LOOK LIKE A
YARD. . . ?
LITTLE LOVEBIRD! FUCKING IDIOT. OH WELL! BETTER LUCK
NO NEXT TIME : (
HEGEMONOCLE KIRK LOBBAN
In this issue...
10 HOT TIPS #9 Will send you
SPIRALLING!
TO SPICE UP
2. SWINGING
YOUR NEXT You’ve spent countless hours
MENTAL
worrying about your problems.
Wouldn’t it be nice to worry
about someone else’s for a
BREAKDOWN while? Enjoy all the perks
of deteriorating mental
health with none of the
responsibilities of improving
If you’re anything like us,
the situation! Panic about
the quarantine has been your friend’s high-risk uncle!
very taxing meentally and Freak about the rise of fascism
emotionally. What’s been in your roommate’s country,
even harder is keeping your bonus points if it’s technically
mental breakdowns fresh and also yours! Stress about your
exciting! Well worry no more, classmate’s D in Chemistry! The
possibilities are endless!
as we have tips to spice up
your next mental break! 3. USE TOYS
1. CHANGE UP LOCATION Feel empty inside? Think how
much more empty you’ll feel
inside after shopping on
Amazon! Not only will you feel
of our room, and on the toilet, shitty for spending the limited
but, let’s get real. Those spots are amount of money you have at an
getting a little tired. Mix it up by unethical retailer, you’ll also feel
crying in the common room, in the worse because the things you buy
middle of the sidewalk, or even on won’t even bring you any joy! Talk
the bleachers behind OlRi! It will be about a two for the price of one!
even more emotionally destructive if Remember to also look at your bank
you get caught! account and stress afterwards!
4. BRING FOOD INTO THE
BEDROOM
No one can watch you cry into a bowl of dry
cereal when you cry into your cereal in the
5. WATCH videos about Wood Carving! Fail to recognize your face as yourself
VIDEOS when the screen goes black! Will watching this tree trunk get
turned into a bowl make you feel better? No! But it sure as hell
6. DO IT IN FRONT OF A MIRROR
Nothing makes you confront your mental health more than having a mental
breakdown in front of a mirror! Is that really how you ugly cry? Why are you doing
7. GET DRUNK!
We here at the Hegemonocle do not actually
advocate getting drunk during a mental
8. GET HIGH!
God Damnit Kirk.
9. GO TO THERAPY
During the quarantine and the module system, it
What is this perverse transgression, you ask? Instead of my genetics homework, I accidentally emailed my
Sh-shut the fuck up, okay, this is serious! How am I supposed to look him in the eye over Zoom now?
remember how much time I spent describing Mendel’s veiny, 13-inch beanpole. His sweet, vine-like forbidden
vegetable. God, I’m never going to be able to show my face in the Bio department again.
Jinkies, now everyone’s going to know I moonlight as the erotica writer Salamander_Father! Everyone in
amount of uncontrollable orgasms in OLRI! Now, when I catch Ema With One M from Biodiv glaring at me from
six feet away on campus, I’ll know it’s because she’s kinkshaming me. Listen, Ema With One M, just because
you’re not into a polyamorous reverse-harem centering around Ada Lovelace, doesn’t mean it’s wrong.
There’s only one way to solve this: I’m dropping out. Changing my name. Move to Ohio, living on a houseboat
in the middle of Lake Erie. You’ve heard of quarantine bangs? Get ready for quarantine changing-my-identity-
in-shame-shaved-head. No one will be able to track me do--hold on, I just got an email from my professor.
Hey Finn-- Looks like you sent me the wrong document. Don’t worry, I didn’t read it. It’s too long to be
an abstract.
Oh, nevermind. Looks like I just told you all that for no reason, hah. Crazy. You’ll, uh, keep that to yourself,
right? Right?
Curie’s Cock Marie Curie shows Charles Darwin how a Erotic Couplings
real scientist fucks
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I sit, looking up through the greasy saran wrap at the hungry college students walking by. It
has been this way my whole life: watching, waiting. At the beginning, I had hope. As each student
would walk past, my spirits would rise. Maybe she would be the one. The person to point down and
say: “Yes. That is the one. That Olive and Cream Cheese Burger. That is what I want.” But no...
they would just ask to make their own burger. They always made their own burger.
I had companions once. There were 5 other burgers of my type in my pan. We used to sit in
solidarity with each other, admiring our bold fusion of bagel topping and Mediterranean stone fruit.
But one by one they were taken by intrepid students looking to try something new. As they were
picked up by the confused student worker, incredulous eyes gleaming out from above their purple
T-shirt, my companions would always look back, telling me in a saddened whisper it would be my time
soon. But my time never came. As lunch ended and the cafe closed, I was the only one left from our
tray. Sitting alone in my pool of grease and loneliness as the shifts changed and the stations were
wiped down. Hour by hour fermenting deeper into the pan.
When the cafe reopened at 4, I once again felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, one of the
students who took one of my companions would return to rescue me. But as 4pm became 5, and 5
became 6, I realized that I was doomed to this fate of desolation and loneliness. I would sit and
watch as the tray of curly fries was refilled again and again. The student worker would call out
“we need more regular patties.” But no one ever wanted more of me. No one was interested in the
delicious fusion of olives, cream cheese, bacon, and onion.
It is now 7:45 pm. My upper bun has become hard, stale from a life out in the air. My lower bun
disintegrated an hour ago, the juices from my patty soaking it through. I sit in my congealed
grease, looking out at the world. Existential thoughts fill my head: What will happen in 15 minutes
when the Cafe closes? Will I be thrown away, left to fight for my life among the rejected scraps
of mongolian mushrooms from Flame, dragged out of the compost by a squirrel fetching food for its
master? Will my contents be dumped out and reused the next day for the pizza? The breakfast
sandwich? The beefaroni?... Will I remain here in my tray, left until tomorrow’s lunch, doomed to a
repeat of today? I shudder, wondering how my life could have gone so wrong.
Then I see him. His golden blond hair swept across his forehead. His Mac Athletics shirt tight
around his pecs, nipples aggressively greeting the world. He asks if there are any plain patties left,
but they ran out half an hour ago. This is my moment, my time to shine. His eyes glance towards
me, surveying his options. I gaze back, trying to arrange my rock hard bun in the most appetizing
way possible. His eyes flicker between me and the Pepper Jelly Black Bean Burger, my rival from
the pan next door. And then, with a resigned shrug, he says it. Those dreaded words. A single
utterance that forever seals my fate.
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