Last Saturday, at Late Night HUB, I attended the International Collegiate Championships of A Capella and learned two things: One, that cleavage can sing a cappella, which leads to two, that talent can only get you so far sometimes, especially when you are in a competition being judged by men who probably pop Viagra like Tic-Tacs.

Being that my friends were competing, I left my dorm early to get a decent seat and ended up toward the front near three men holding pads and pens, that I realized after exercising some brain power, were the judges.

Since these guys were sealing my friends' fate, I decided to watch them closely.

It seemed whenever an all-male or co-ed group came out, they did their usual duties, writing away, but when an all-girl group came out, they started varying their regime; elbowing one another, pointing at particular girls, kind of like Dirty Old Man Tae Bo.

Don't get me wrong, the girl groups were really good, especially Ladies First, who in the end took first place. Amazin' Blue, a coed group from Michigan, won second and Penn State's own all-girl group, Savoir Faire took third.

I'm not saying things would be different if the judges were professional, because those groups were very talented.

However you have to question the credibility of a person who says in a deep murmur; "Look at that one over there" to the man next to him, whose main priority over critiquing is keeping his eyeballs in his sockets.