He's ba-ack! Harvard's self-proclaimed "male Britney Spears" and maker of gloriously cheesy music videos, Petros, has gyrated his way back into the spotlight, and this time it's not sparkle-infused jizzum he's selling but golddigging, gloryholes, and self-love. Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be, er, petrified, by "Predator."

Our last post on Petros didn't go over so well, so in the interest of fairness, we requested an interview this time around. For almost an hour on Gchat, the man known to mere mortals as Peter Shields (Harvard '09) entertained all kinds of annoying questions about his mad dance moves and killer pecs. He's self-deprecating, startlingly self-aware, and— dare I say— fun!

IvyGate: Both "Body Glow" and "Predator" refer to making "videos." Can we expect a Petros sex tape any time soon?
Petros: C'mon, Maureen.
IvyGate: What? Lena Chen had one!
Petros: Sex tapes propel career that are already set. We still have to work on mine for a bit. I'd say 2015.

More from everyone's favorite Greek-American singing sensation on sexual politics, the state of pop music, and why he'll never actually be Britney Spears. After the jump.

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It's not easy being a Republican at Brown these days. Dessert-tossing anarchists and child pornographers abound. Brigades of Speedo-clad men roam the campus with impunity. Residence hall kitchens, once reserved for late-night snacking and polite conversation about Reagan's legacy, are pioneered for unspeakable X-rated acts. Surely, then, it was only a matter of time before the small but now very angry cabal that is the Brown conservative movement took to the Internets with something like this.

Proudly awarding “demerits” to their liberal enemies for their recent debauchery (and, of course, “merits” to themselves), a spunky group of traditionalists calling themselves the Nathanael Greene Society make it clear that they have had enough. On the Web site, the mysterious group writes (in verse!) about the campus’ loss of “Faith” and “Reason” (capitalizing plenty of nouns along the way) and goes batshit over opinion columns in the Brown Daily Herald and other outrages no one else quite, um, noticed.

Taking few hints from political correctness, the society (named for the dashing Revolutionary War general pictured above) even bestows the “Order of Robert Mugabe” (this already can’t be good, right?) on a black columnist for the BDH. Clever, indeed.

The secret e-society does have some sense of humor (those seeking pecuniary grants form NGS must compose rhymed couplets), but whoever is behind the site apparently wants to remain anonymous, going so far as to register the domain name through a special "private registration" company -- whose existence indicates that, apparently, that's something you can do.

Click through the site, and find out why a pro-choice activist gets a demerit named for Adolf Eichmann, and serial plagiarist and hero Zachary Townsend is likened to Rasputin.

Battle stations, daily newspaper feature writers, battle stations!! Three examples makes a trend piece, and we've just received word of yet another complaint over too-public sex on an Ivy campus. First it was the Yale showers. Then, a Brown kitchen. Now some Dartmouthers have been called out for commandeering ... a toilet stall. Wrote a disgusted (sour grapes?) freshman girl:

Date: 27 Feb 2007 11:45:30 -0500
From: [redacted]
Subject: Important!
To: [28 freshmen]

Dear Cohen Floor 2,

As psyched as I am that some of you are getting laid, the bathroom of 203 at 6:15 in the morning is not the time or the place... if you feel the need to do it in public, perhaps the common room would be more appropriate. This way, you won't disturb your floormates/suitemates or have them walk into the bathroom on you! 

Great, fab, have a good day

xoxo

More background from our tipster:

The girl who sent out this email was woken up out of a cold sleep at 6:15 a.m. on Tuesday morning by some loud moaning. She assumed it was coming from another room down the hall, and decided to go to the bathroom (across the hall) only to discover another girl from our floor and an anonymous guy having a little fun in one of the toilet stalls (not the shower, a la Yale)...the kind of fun where you have both hands and both feet on the ground (as my floormate saw under the door). The reason we know that this was another girl from our floor: her Dartmouth ID was found on the floor of the stall later on that morning.  

OK, we're slow-clapping here on that last part.

With three Ivies down, that means five have some homework to do! Now, make sure you have the assignment right: we're not looking for people having sex in public places. We're looking for people who have been scolded, preferably by people with tenure, for having sex in public places. So you can't just do it; you must do it very, very detectably. This is the beginning of something beautiful. Anyone have Jenny 8. Lee on speed dial?