New Media


As concerning as Facebook’s news platform is, I don’t see the $500 billion corporation scaling back any of these new features anytime soon.

I keep thinking about how we, as women, are constantly having to wrestle with ourselves in situations like this, negotiating between private whispered warnings and public shouts. Because the stuff in the middle — the obligatory self-aware Billy Cosby jokes at award shows, the semi-ironically given statistics on late night TV, the hashtags that get us banned from Twitter — none of it ever seems to make a difference. And more often than not, in this struggle to choose to go big or go home, going big doesn’t make much of a difference either.

The best of times and the worst of times. This is the world we’re living in, one anxiety-inducing headline after the next.

It’s OK to sometimes use social media as an escape, but once in a while, make sure to escape from social media.

Since the beating of Rodney King in 1992, recording videos has become a powerful weapon in documenting injustice.


How have I become so conditioned to compulsively check social media?

What is important for online users is to recognize that we should be open-minded to the idea that someone, celebrity or not, can take responsibility for their actions and realize their mistakes.


"I’m Shmacked" frames the culture of college parties as a free-for-fall extravaganza.

How can we stand together when we blatantly label and dismiss people for speaking their minds?

I’ve seen a lot of people struggling with what they saw as a focus on the celebration of “womanhood.”