As undergraduate and graduate students at the University of Michigan, the names of places become embedded in our language. For many, C.C. Little is the name of a bus station, a location for class or simply a landmark to give directions.
I walked into the lab, finished with my classes for the day and ready to get some data. I had been wrestling with the lab equipment for weeks. The computer kept crashing, turning entire days into wasted time. Luckily, it was put down to its final resting place.
Watching “Love, Simon” felt like arriving at a long-awaited destination. Something that I had been anticipating since my first encounter with a young adult movie, pretending that the vanilla, heterosexual leads weren’t actually heterosexual.
If you’ve been out and about in the past couple of years, chances are you’ve come across some form of “Reagan-Bush ’84” apparel. Whether it’s a hat, laptop sticker or shirt, the vintage campaign logo has made a revival in mainstream fashion today.
As I write this, it’s the evening of St. Patrick’s Day in Ann Arbor, and for perhaps the first time all day, the city is silent. Every television in town is tuned to the same network with the same three numbers lit across the bottom of every screen: 61, 63, 3.6.
A lot of the arguments about free speech on campus — at least the ones to which I’ve been privy — frame the controversy as whether or not it’s legitimate to “debate” white nationalists, given that debate appears to put outdated and (reasonably labeled) dangerous ideas on the same plane as basic i