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However, they didn’t expect a highly efficient and very well-marketed opposition campaign. Running on the slogan “No men in women’s bathrooms,” social conservatives created an impressive fear-based movement that proved more potent than the promise of equality. There are several moving parts within this story, but this column is going to address the libertarian interaction with the issue.
But most of all, I love when my fellow men and women, fueled only by the desire to be good, take the story into their own hands to surprise another with a smile, to remind another cog in the machine that life is upon us and deserves to be savored.
What I’m getting at is this: We all get stressed. And for better or for worse, stress affects our eating habits. Look, I don’t even have the energy to tell you to not eat those five Insomnia Cookies, to not to get that midnight snack of fried mozzarella sticks from UniMini, to not to make those double chocolate chunk cookies at 1 a.m. I’m someone who, if I wanted to (and I have), could eat an entire container of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in one sitting and still have room for more. To be honest, I would probably still do that if I could eat dairy.
It’s probably the first class I’ve ever taken in which I am praised for talking about my feelings. Some people might cringe at this, but I can’t get enough of it.
There’s something about math that makes it especially good at making people feel incompetent. Perhaps it’s that once explained, all the problems seem so logical, or maybe it’s that there’s always that one person whose math comprehension is so beyond the normal realm that your difficulties simply baffle them (occasionally this person is the professor).
Before I came to college, I cooked occasionally but almost never made anything more complicated or more interesting than frozen vegetables and pasta. I have always loved to eat, but this never translated into an interest in cooking. I was very happy eating my mother’s delicious food, and aside from being a helpful daughter, there was really no reason for me to think too much about the kitchen.
Traditionally, a page of Mad Libs is filled in by one person who asks the group for random nouns, verbs, adjectives, exclamations or adverbs. On the page, there are blanks spaces that ask for these words. Without reading the rest of the story, the writer fills in the words that they are told, and once they are all filled, they read the story aloud.
Because he never attempts to view the world from another perspective at all, Green rarely features women of color in his writing and focuses primarily on nerdy, privileged white males who think that a conventionally beautiful (but flawed enough to be interesting!) woman will save them from their lives of mediocrity and boredom.
This is a good one.
First of all, there’s the ambience. Really, it’s just a lovely place to be. It’s somewhat dimly lit, especially at night, in that nice way that makes it feel warm and homey. The restaurant is relatively small, which also contributes to the setting’s coziness, although it’s not so small that you ever feel like neighboring tables are too close to you. There are these really cute string lights all across the ceiling with white and green coverings that are calming and non-abrasive and add to the comforting and welcoming atmosphere. The wait staff is always really friendly and warm, and they always make an effort to make sure you have everything you need.
Time management: If only all those courses and seminars had made an impact, hadn’t been followed by a dismissive “duh” or a “Now I see” or foolishly-optimistic, “Yeah, I got it,” then perhaps I wouldn’t be writing this article an hour before the deadline.
Or when I came home that weekend, to my high school best friends: “Oh, how am I doing? Well, to be honest, I freaked out the other day. Thought I was having a midlife crisis.” Or even, to my parents: “Mom, I’m having a midlife crisis.” After the last one, my mom decided to lay some serious get-your-head-out-of-the-clouds truth on me, á la: “Lily, you’re 19 years old. You’re not having a midlife crisis.”
Understandably, these silent reassurances can’t come from just anyone. A quasi-mandatory parting hug to an acquaintance after a small party does not strike quite the same chord as the leap of emotion into your parents’ arms after a long time apart.
But I do believe that history has pertinence in our lives today. Sometimes. Not really. We’ll see how this goes. Nevertheless, it is damn interesting and entertaining to know the way things were, and we’ll see whether or not they matter at all now.
In reality, almost every little kid wanted to do that. Little girls and boys across the country forced their parents to run to the toy store to buy an Easy-Bake Oven for a holiday, birthday or when they needed a present. Of course, after the usual novelty of a new toy wore off, the oven just sat there with the rest of the things that nobody ever played with, but on occasion, a rush of excitement would come back and you would need to bake in the Easy-Bake Oven. This was simultaneously the best and weirdest toy that children under 10 played with.
These wise words help explain my absence over the past few weeks. Although there has been radio silence from my column across the sea, I swear the fashion has been busier than ever. Fashion Weeks have concluded and I, myself, have been traveling to radically different parts of Europe to really understand the way fashion works. In the past four weeks I’ve been to Paris, Copenhagen, Bordeaux and Florence. In each city the fashion shares similar tendencies but overall, is dramatically different.
There’s the super convenient Daily Grind at Brody Café and in Mudd Hall to complement your long days spent in the library or in the lab. There’s Alkimia in Gilman for your artsy humanities major doing homework in the Hut. There’s the Chesapeake Bay Roasting Company in Levering, which is the only one that takes dining dollars, other than good old Char Mar that is. And then you’ve got the classic, Starbucks, which has a star-based rewards system to keep you coming back.
The U.S. Food and Drug Association (FDA) recommends that daily added sugar consumption doesn’t exceed 10 percent of daily caloric intake, and the World Health Organization (WHO) says five percent. These correspond to about 50 grams and 25 grams per day of added sugar, respectively.
Well let’s be real, this is Hopkins so it’s never my week. But somehow I manage to keep it together in front of all my adoring fans and the people who read my columns (i.e., my mom and, like, three of my friends). So how do I do it? Well, dear reader (hi, Mom), I’ll let you in on the well-protected secret to my success: Post-it notes.
If you’ve been experiencing a low mood for a long time or you find that your mood is having an impact on your quality of life, you may want to speak with someone — and that’s perfectly fine! There is absolutely no shame in needing help to get yourself through a rough patch in life, so please do not feel that there is! However, if you are simply looking for ways to boost your daily mood as we move into the colder, darker seasons, I have a few food-related tips I’d like to share.