Sometimes, I think that when I become a mother, I don’t want to have a girl.
A philosophical take on the right to free speech.
Very rarely do we have a civilized discussion about gun control in our nation, and perhaps rightfully so.
When most people throw something away, usually little attention is paid to what happens next. For most cities, the final resting spot of trash is a landfill, which is simply a large, coated hole in the ground for trash to sit for the rest of eternity.
I don’t know about you, but this has been a pretty emotional week for me. Maybe it’s the typical stress of midterm season creeping up, maybe it’s the toll recent incidents of hate speech and intolerance on our campus have taken or maybe it’s something deeper.
Sexual assault happens, and that’s what matters, not when, where or how. The sobriety of the victim doesn’t matter, nor does his or her race, gender or socioeconomic class.
All that matters is that it happens.
Two years ago, it happened to me.
When I studied abroad in Buenos Aires, Argentina last winter, the weirdest thing I was asked the most about was not why did we carve former presidents’ faces into a mountain, which I’m still wondering about myself, but rather why was a piece of orange human garbage winning the Republican presiden