Always bustling on Plymouth Road, Cardamom houses the best Indian food within a fifty-mile radius of Ann Arbor. I’m of Bengali heritage and have tried almost every Indian restaurant in the metro-Detroit area. Not surprisingly, the vast majority of them fall into the same mold: oil. I can’t count the number of times I’ve ordered a dish and seen droplets of oil floating in the gravy, a part of the curry that’s traditionally filled with spices and minimal fat. Yes, it might taste good, but it’s not the real deal. Cardamom replaces this excess oil with something much better: flavor.
Here’s how I know that the word “feminism” is stigmatized. Until recently, I’ve said the words “I’m a feminist” self-consciously. I’ve gotten some uncomfortable laughter, quick looks downward and blank stares. Encouraging smiles have been few and far between, especially when talking to people of the opposite sex. So, why the stigma?
Hubbard Street Dance Chicago, in collaboration with the University Musical Society (UMS), returns to the Power Center this fall with “Two Different Programs,” to use contemporary dance as their personal appeal for action.