10 definitions by poppysister
A beautiful multiethnic woman. Also, a multiethnic woman with great gifts: intellect, creativity, etc. A "Renaissance Woman" of multiethnic heritage.
by poppysister July 27, 2006
Nickname for a student at Bryn Mawr College. Bryn Mawr women often call eachother "Mawrters", with twinkling & ironic emphasis on the similarity to the word "martyr". Also muttered bitterly by scruffy, insecure, virginal Haverford men who fail to secure the affections of these goddesses of Bryn Mawr's cloistered "gothic castle" community. Haverford women tend to eye-roll and wander off in disgust when confronted with whiny Haverford men fresh from Mawrter-rejection. They are often so turned off by this display that they resort to dating Yale or Harvard (or---God forbid!---Swarthmore) men out of pure spite. Some adventurous Haverford women date Bryn Mawr women and avoid spoiled, self-obsessed Haverford men completely.
"Oh---glorious Spring! All Mawrters down to the Maypole at once!"
OR
"I am SO into this gorgeous Mawrter, but she told me she only dates Haverford WOMEN!"
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"I am SO into this gorgeous Mawrter, but she told me she only dates Haverford WOMEN!"
by poppysister August 22, 2006
"Hey, Archie---did you vote for George Bush in the last election?"
"Who, ME?!?!? Naw...I NEVER vote...I'm too busy watching 'Real World', downloading porn, wasting my trust-fund and whining about nothing to vote."
"Well, I guess the fact that George Bush has had TWO TERMS in office is your KARMA for being an apathetic little ass-monkey! And by the way: fuck you very much, Archie!"
"Who, ME?!?!? Naw...I NEVER vote...I'm too busy watching 'Real World', downloading porn, wasting my trust-fund and whining about nothing to vote."
"Well, I guess the fact that George Bush has had TWO TERMS in office is your KARMA for being an apathetic little ass-monkey! And by the way: fuck you very much, Archie!"
by poppysister August 23, 2006
Not-so-secret "secret" at Haverford College in Pennsylvania. Refers to the series of tunnels(containing an elaborate heating/electrical system) originally constructed beneath the Haverford campus with the intention of keeping the place cozy and liveable in Winter...has since been infiltrated by generations of Haverford undergrads hell-bent on getting drunk/high, wandering through the maze of subterranean pipes and passageways, risking getting caught and hollered at by the Dean or control-freak upperclassmen..."tunneling" was totally CHOICE in the 1980's when most of the tunnels were still accessible and good, creepy fun could be had down there (picnics, beer parties, nookie)...now that most of the tunnels have been walled-off, etc...it's much harder to convince a fellow-'Ford to crawl drunkenly through 'em with you when the possibility of NEVER FINDING YOUR WAY OUT ALIVE looms and menaces. There is still the seductive lure of the yet-to-be-breached "SECRET DOOR" said to be hidden within the tunnels.
"Screw Customs, man---let's hit the tunnels!"
"The TUNNELS? Are you kidding me? I heard Poindexter went in last semester and fucking disappeared. Screw that...besides, they're having cheesesteaks in the Dining Hall tonight and I wanna get in line before that big guy from my Chem class eats 'em all."
"The TUNNELS? Are you kidding me? I heard Poindexter went in last semester and fucking disappeared. Screw that...besides, they're having cheesesteaks in the Dining Hall tonight and I wanna get in line before that big guy from my Chem class eats 'em all."
by poppysister August 23, 2006
A Haverford College male undergrad who fucks with your head and screws with your heart.
Any spoiled, trust-fund baby Haverford College student who pretends to be a socially-concerned, liberal, anti-war, mellow wonderful dude but who is actually planning to become a corporate SUIT just like his Daddy the minute he matriculates. Beware: all his "peace, baby" bullshit is just for show (or uttered in an effort to get your bra off). Very toxic, mutant strain of asshole rich-boy. Do not breed with this one.
Any spoiled, trust-fund baby Haverford College student who pretends to be a socially-concerned, liberal, anti-war, mellow wonderful dude but who is actually planning to become a corporate SUIT just like his Daddy the minute he matriculates. Beware: all his "peace, baby" bullshit is just for show (or uttered in an effort to get your bra off). Very toxic, mutant strain of asshole rich-boy. Do not breed with this one.
"Biff said he went to the peace rally...but later I found out he spent the day in the tunnels having cheesesteaks and beer with the rest of the Cricket team! He's such a HAVERFRAUD!!!"
OR
"OMG---Teddy told me he wanted to start a vegetarian farm-cooperative to feed the homeless when he graduates from Haverford, but according to our alumni magazine, he's a government agent just like his Dad---I can't believe I let that HAVERFRAUD get into my pants!"
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"OMG---Teddy told me he wanted to start a vegetarian farm-cooperative to feed the homeless when he graduates from Haverford, but according to our alumni magazine, he's a government agent just like his Dad---I can't believe I let that HAVERFRAUD get into my pants!"
by poppysister August 22, 2006
The Iguana Cafe (People's Republic of Iguanaland) was a teeny-tiny San Fernando Valley hole-in-the-wall fuckin' MIRACLE of a cranium-shop, sammich/muffin/bookstore/haven/nest for poets and preachers, anarchists and music-makers, shy beautiful outcasts and outlandish acts of right-on wordsmithery. Much-loved, deeply-mourned (closed down in the 90's)---The Iguana gave birth to some famously infamous famous folk. But the no-names were the real reason everyone dug it. The bathroom doubled as a loverly acid-trip Green Room. Proprietor Tom was the grooviest elf-god EVER. It was a Zen koan in a state of constant rebirth.
"Get your shit together and let's go to the Iguana...I have some new goodies I wanna read at open-mike tonight!"
"Where the hell have you been, Rainbow? That place is, like, totally SHUT DOWN. It's gone."
"OMG. Are you serious? Oh WOW...you don't even know how bummed I am right now. That confirms it---there IS no God. Where the fuck is my pipe?"
"Where the hell have you been, Rainbow? That place is, like, totally SHUT DOWN. It's gone."
"OMG. Are you serious? Oh WOW...you don't even know how bummed I am right now. That confirms it---there IS no God. Where the fuck is my pipe?"
by poppysister August 23, 2006
Variation of "Gorp"("Good Old Raisins and Peanuts"/"Granola, Oats, Raisins and Peanuts), "Gormp" is "Good Old Raisins, M&M's and Peanuts"---also "Granola, Oats, Raisins, M&M's and Peanuts". Trail-mix for the advanced chocoholic backpacker. Quite delish, and greatly coveted on the trail. Goes perfectly with canteen water. Picking all the M&M's out of the community-Gormp is a seriously uncool no-no.
"Ah...check out that sunset over those hills yonder..."
"Screw the sunset, man! Who the fuck ate all the M&M's out of the Gormp?"
"Screw the sunset, man! Who the fuck ate all the M&M's out of the Gormp?"
by poppysister August 31, 2006