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Even before there were throwback Thursdays on Instagram, looking through old photo albums was always something my family and I ended up doing whenever there was a lull in activity. We must have at least 10 varying sizes of photo albums stacked in the kitchen closet. Every time we flip through the pages full of pictures of when we were all young, my mom and dad recount the stories that went along with a select few.
There is no more depressing time for a black female in the United States than during the months of February and March. The intersectionality of our race and gender smack us in the face for the 28 days of Black History Month as we reminisce on the hardships of being black, followed by the 31 days of reflecting on the struggles faced by women in this country.
I trust everyone feels refreshed after a much needed winter break. Over the break I went to see my family and then came back to school to prepare for Intersession. When I got back to campus, I was nervous and excited. Why? Because I was preparing to go to Brazil.
Chesapeake blue crabs steamed and tossed in Old Bay. Berger Cookies - shortbread cookies veiled with a layer of fudge.
It’s that time of year again, that magical span of Sunday evenings where the good viewing public gets to sit back and watch as our favorite artists and entertainers all ceremoniously pat each other on the back. That’s right, it’s awards season.
Shortly before the Thanksgiving break, the Hopkins Black Student Union tweeted the hashtag #BBJHU encouraging followers to include it in their tweets about what it was like to be black at Hopkins. And thus began a flood of tweets about the awkward, inspirational, hilarious and straight-up depressing tweets from Black Hopkins, a group of black students and alumni who are known for speaking out about the positives and negatives (mostly negatives) of the black Hopkins student’s experience.
In my mind I told him he could have all my favorite songs and entangled thoughts. He could tell me about the most boring days or play with my hair if he wanted. I said I wanted his voice, his dreams, his stubbornness, his morning kisses (and midnight ones, too), his stories, his worries, his passion, his tenderness, heck, his anything at all.
On All Saint’s Day in 1755, a huge earthquake struck Lisbon, destroying nearly every church in the city. The earthquake, which wiped out an estimated one-quarter of the population, not only destroyed a large part of the city but also greatly damaged the future of the colonial empire.
A slim silhouette appeared atop Kanye West’s behemoth onstage re-creation of the temple mount, as the instrumental to West’s iconic “Jesus Walks” began to hum in the background. Everyone in the audience knew what was coming next. The figure gingerly descending the mount turns out to be West’s version of Jesus, a reimagining similar to what anyone would think Jesus would look like: tall, thin, long dark willowy hair and an untrimmed beard. Yup, Kanye nailed it.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, mainly because it is the one holiday during which I know that my family will be cooking a feast and we will all sit around and gossip about any and everything. Every year, it reminds me that I should be thankful everyday for the people I have in my life, especially for my truly amazing parents.
Coffee in one hand, computer in the other — even though it’s like 30 degrees outside, you will yourself to make that dreadful trek to the library.
In our advanced day and age of accessibility and information, the bounds of how we pursue entertainment keep being stretched outwards.
After a short JHMI ride to Penn Station and a few stops on the Purple Line you will arrive at one of the largest continuously running markets in the world — Lexington Market.
Death Grips isn’t exactly a group that is set to please anyone.
Economic uncertainty has a way of forcing our most beloved high-end designers into a fierce survival mode.
When I first arrived on campus, I was told that during freshman year I would befriend a large group of people based on extrinsic reasons (we lived in the same building, we had the same classes, etc.), and then towards the end of freshman or sophomore year, we would split up.
I have a problem. I’m kind of in love with Miley Cyrus.
Okay, let’s be honest – how many times have you scrolled through your Facebook timeline and seen pictures of your friends at awesome school events that you didn’t even know was a thing until then? One can never doubt the wonderful magical weekend that is Spring Fair, but unfortunately besides that we don’t really have other major school-wide events to look forward to during the year.
Sometimes, transitions are difficult. They are especially so when they involve relinquishing my sky-high floral platforms to a horrid Rubbermaid bin labeled “Fall,” and bringing out my now-foreign fur coats, studded leather boots, and cashmere sweaters. And it’s not that I don’t absolutely adore my fur and cashmere; it’s just that when it comes to dressing for winter, well, it’s a bit of a challenge to strike perfect sartorial harmony and emit my personal style while wearing puffy windbreakers and fuzzy socks, as I try to avoid developing frostbitten appendages.
