Ariana Grande has been putting out a stream of hit songs and videos about her very public relationships, breakups and more. 7 Rings, one of her latest songs that soared to number one of Billboard’s Hot 100, is only the latest in a line of songs that everyone seems to be listening to. Her success, however, has also come with a lot of negative attention.
I have spent the past few days sifting through the catalogue of experiences in my head, trying to find a story. As a woman, person of color (PoC), Asian American, and Korean American, I have a plethora of experiences that have made me the person I am today. But as I flipped through these moments in my head, I started to get anxious. I couldn’t find anything worth writing about. None of the events that came to mind seemed good enough to share. I didn’t think any of the things I’ve lived through were good enough to add to the growing body of PoC narratives.
The University of Michigan Senate Advisory Committee on University Affairs met Monday to discuss immunization requirement policies and the provost’s recent revisions to the faculty handbook.
Laurita Thomas, associate vice president of Human Resources at the University, also spoke to the committee on retirement planning, health benefit programs, future improvements in talent acquisition and retention, preventing sexual misconduct and addressing the demands of health and well-being across campus.
The University of Michigan Institute for Social Research and Rackham Graduate School sponsored the latest installment of the Cultural Racism and American Social Structure Speaker Series Monday morning. The lecture consisted of a panel of three faculty members from Washington University in St. Louis who discussed how today’s racial tension is a result of historical mistreatment of minority groups, particularly African Americans. The audience included about 30 students and faculty members.
I had a tough time in business school from the get-go. It was terrifying to walk into the Winter Garden for the first time and pass by juniors in suits passed out on couches or sobbing on the phone after an exam. The relief I felt to finally not be an undecided freshman quickly dissolved during my first weeks. Something about that building and the people in it put tremendous gut-wrenching, hopeless pressure on me.
Blockbuster, Borders, Brookstone, BlackBerry — one of these things is not like the others. What once was a household tech name is now a memory of the past. But while BlackBerry is no longer considered a competitor to moguls Apple and Samsung, it has moved on to a new audience: the automotive industry.
Behind every bleach blonde is someone who is likely going through it — I am no exception. Before this year, I never thought that I would even dye my hair, having gotten the same exact haircut that my Vietnamese mother had selected for me for over eighteen years of my life.