So I was at a certain sandwich place in I.V., ordering a deliciously thrifty five-dollar footlong, when all of a sudden something catches my eye. Some sorority set up a donation jar for breast cancer (prevention). Problem is, it says on the jar that many have no risk factors “except being famale.” I’m not sure what being famale is, but it sounds frightening. Also, would that be pronounced like fay-male, or like tamale but with an f? One of life’s great mysteries, I suppose.

Tomorrow’s forecast: Isla Vistans head down to Student Health in droves to get checked out for this “famale” business.