There’s something I haven’t been exactly forthcoming about with you all since I started writing this column about women’s issues: I’m not a women’s studies major, or even a minor.

It’s kind of strange to watch the controversy unfold over the GUGS T-shirt. (If you missed it, it says “GUGS: Grade A, Size D.”) It seems to be that the more seriously the protesters take it, the less seriously the backlash takes it, and as the backlash gets more fed up, the protesters get even more frustrated.

Do you remember that segment on Sesame Street, “One of these things is not like the others?” Well, if you went to the GUSA debate on Tuesday or looked at THE HOYA’s description of the candidates last week, you might have noticed a disparity. Out of the 16 students who ran for student association president or vice president this year, only one was a girl.

When you do a search on Facebook for male women’s studies majors at Georgetown, about 24 guys pop up. For most of them, it’s just a joke — some of these guys also have a minor in leisure and recreation education or “money studies.”

But for one of these men, you can take Facebook at face value.

I was watching “Grey’s Anatomy” with a male friend of mine once. It was the episode when Cristina Yang, an ambitious intern, finds out that she is pregnant, and the father is Dr. Preston Burke, a big-shot doctor at the hospital. Even worse, Burke broke up with Cristina before she had a chance to tell him.

On a winter’s day in New Hampshire, as primary season began to get underway, the frontrunner for the Democratic Party cried — or just sort of watered up; it’s still being debated. The politician was known for being calm and composed, so the media seized the opportunity to portray the senator as emotional under pressure.

When I started writing this column, the editors wanted the opinion columnists to stick to campus issues as much as possible. So I could sit here and complain about the recent increase in the price of birth control (or the fact that you can’t even buy condoms, much less the Pill, at Georgetown).