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I often hear people throwing the word “feminist” around. Some people use it as an insult, others use it as a means of high praise, and a whole lot of people just don’t get it. As a self-proclaimed feminist, I’m here to clear the air. The following list should give anyone a good sense of what feminism is, the problems it hopes to address and why any self-respecting good human should want to be a feminist too:
Picture this: it’s a typical Monday morning. You’ve got a 9 a.m. class — still don’t know why you decided that would be a good idea — and you wake up at 8:00. You’ve got plenty of time to get dressed and eat breakfast, but do you have enough time to bus your dishes?
It’s strange to think it was only freshman year of college when I finally, properly understood academic writing. Structure, message, evidence, etc. “Expository Writing” about Poe and I, haunted by his ghosts, tracing his steps all the way to graveyard, nodding to ravens, thinking that not to be stalked, seduced and entrapped by monsters may just mean not living at all.
Let’s take a poll: if I were to ask you the last three movies that you saw in theaters this summer, could you provide an answer? Now, if I were to ask the last three shows that you’ve marathoned on Netflix in the past couple of months, would that be something a little easier to recall? If so, you’re not alone; the aggregate domestic box office total dropped nearly 15 percent between this summer and last summer.
This summer was the first summer I have ever spent in Baltimore. It was also the first summer where I lived by myself away from home. I got a job not too far from campus and lived in my apartment from the previous semester. I had a whirlwind couple of weeks when I went home after an incredibly hard semester, and when I walked into the door of my apartment in Baltimore in early June, I was overcome with the feeling that I was betraying my home by living somewhere else.
There are a lot of new albums coming out in the next few weeks, so read on to get the low down on the big ones.
With the fall TV season starting up again, I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what I’ll be seeing on my screen in the upcoming months — both what I expect to see and what I would like to see — and one of those shows I keep coming back to is Scandal.
"Ew, freshmen,” I say passing by Wolman — My RA friend Nebuchadnezzar’s heart shatters into billions of minuscule sharp-edged pieces.
There’s a city in Morocco known for being painted a very particular shade of blue. High up in the Rif Mountains, Chefchaouen’s pale blue walls seem to reflect its very place in the sky.
Les Chaussures, le fromage, les baguettes, and les bisous. These may be four random words to some people, but to many girls across college campuses, they summarize exactly why everyone wants to be French.
As our suede Jeffrey Campbell lace-up booties step onto Homewood for yet another semester of changes and new experiences, we hopelessly undergo the desire for self-reinvention that plagues us at the onset of every school year.
The other day, on one of many trips that I will be sure to take to Giant during this semester, my brother texted me.
SoundCloud, the Germany-based online audio distribution platform, recently announced plans to introduce advertising to its website, with users being able to collect royalties as a result of such changes. To avoid any ads, one would be able to sign up for a premium account, which involves monthly payments.
This past summer, (my last and, sadly, only summer spent wandering in Baltimore’s heavy heat) I finally learned and realized what it means to be part of this city’s food culture.
Richard Linklater’s revolutionary epic ode to coming-of-age pushes the boundaries of all the conventions that we had come so used to associating with film. Films have traditionally served as an escape from the dreary bleakness of everyday life.
As fall approaches, every fashion lover is forced to look at their closet and re-evaluate each and every item. As much as you may have loved the off-the-shoulder dresses and Bohemian babe inspired ensembles of summer, it is time to remove the clutter and make room for a whole new era... or rather the second era of the sixties.
I know that summer is ending when I begin to get excited for all the television I plan to watch. Whether I will have time for it is a different story, but the line-up for this fall is enticing.
The last summer of my undergraduate career was colorful, but the brightest memory was my family trip to Florida.
Since it finally dawned on me that I’ll be graduating in a couple of weeks, I feel obligated to impart my pearls of wisdom on every underclassman that passes my way. College truly is a learning experience, and I’ve got enough life lessons bouncing around in my head to land me on a couch with Oprah.
