I was under the misguided impression that being gay meant one thing, and if I didn’t identify with societal bisexual stereotypes, I wasn’t a “good enough” gay person.
None of this information is meant to scare you into being too afraid to experience or celebrate other cultures. But buying a $50 Native American polyester costume off spirithalloween.com is not the way to accomplish that.
For someone as privileged as myself, prioritizing my personal dislike for Biden over the urgency of defeating Trump for other Americans’ well-being was selfish and ignorant, period.
A lot of people on TikTok rely on the use of AAVE to be funny and trendy, but their use of it without being educated is really problematic.
It may be easier to turn off the television and walk away from this chaos, but we shouldn’t. And why?
Slow and steady, the old me died out like Juicy tracksuits from 2003.
The show proved to be both engaging and a lovely break from stress, which takes the form of different things for each of the three of us.
They should be branded as mental health days, intended for students to shut down their laptops and take some time for themselves like we typically do in mid-March.
A piece of cloth over your face may be irritating, but it will save lives.
In a crazy world like today’s, it is key to hold on to what normalcy we can get — like the ordinary measuring, mixing and scooping of baking cookies.
As the younger generation, the stakes of rapid response to climate change feel much higher — we’re the ones who are going to be around when the clock runs out.
I joined Greek life to feel more at home on campus, but I feel more disconnected and distant than ever before.
I let go of the feelings of uncleanliness, of the doubts and the questioning. My reality was a period of coronavirus isolation. And that was OK.
Miami administrators say they want to protect our health as well as our reputation as a university. That leaves us with a lot of questions – not just for the university, but for everyone. What’s the cost?
I just … am now at the start of the third decade of my life. But right now, I guess it all feels relative.
The constant reminders, buzzes and notifications caused my mental health to suffer, and I’m not alone.
Let me spell it out for you: coronavirus isn’t your excuse to be a jerk.
Yes, my name is Rebecca, but friends call me Bex, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got a hex, but I’m also not alone.
In a time like this, there are so many issues the media has to cover that genuinely can’t be blown out of proportion, even if it tried.
As humans, we crave social connectivity and interaction, and much of that was taken away in a matter of days before we had time to contemplate, much less accept it.