Learning when to empathize in a world that cherry-picks its tragedies
By Emily Tate | April 24, 2015Tate's Tastes
Tate's Tastes
College. It's basically a synonym for freedom, which is a synonym for autonomy, choice, nonconformity. Yes, this mostly comes from the removal of parents, from family rules that dictate how many hours you spend at church on Sunday, and even from the responsibility to take care of your dog, but what else is it about the college atmosphere that really allows young adults to explore a realm of openness that allows each person to become more in touch with their individual self?
By Greta Hallberg, For The Miami Student
The following piece, written by the editorial editors, reflects the majority opinion of the editorial board.
In an effort to clarify consent on college campuses with "yes means yes," feminists have done just the opposite and codified bad language into law.
Take a moment to think about your living situation in Oxford. You probably live in a dorm, apartment or house and pay a certain sum to live there. As a paying tenant, you can guarantee that the university or your landlord will not kick you out of your home, correct? Well unfortunately, not everyone has this luxury. In cities that are not too far from here, people are being kicked out of their homes in order for new construction to take place. Cities want to attract higher paying visitors and residents to their cities, and are getting rid of run-down buildings in order to replace them with something more attractive to do so. The problem is that the residents of these old buildings are left with nowhere to go afterwards since they cannot afford the new high-end developments. This problem is known as gentrification, but as a college student living in Oxford, Ohio you may be wondering why you should care about this topic.
I doubt the notion of genocide merely crossing somebody's mind is a daily occurrence in Oxford, Ohio. Though it is not the fault of the residents of Oxford.
Andrew's Assessments
Here at Miami, we are pretty much all capable of reading. We can sit down and look at a simple sentence and glean enough information from the words on the page to get an idea of what the writer meant. Especially when an idea is explicitly and obviously outlined. So already, at the ripe young age of 20, we are smarter than the 535 congressmen that run our country. Exhibit A: the 1970 Controlled Substances Act.
The following piece, written by the editorial editors, reflects the majority opinion of the editorial board.
Maddie's Matters
We've heard it all at least once before, be it from a reposted Yik Yak or a reassuring, friendly reminder on a Saturday at about 1:00 in the afternoon:
As I sit in my English Literature class discussing "Uncle Tom's Cabin," I can't help but feel as though there is something a little too comfortable about discussing literature depicting the outrageous cruelty of slavery in a classroom constituted of students and one professor who all have one thing in common: whiteness. Diversity is something that is oftentimes denoted as an enrollment statistic that can be found somewhere on a college's respective website. Some skim over the information without a thought, and for others it invokes some degree of concern, or at least of interest.
Milam's Musings, milambc@miamioh.edu
As we reach the end of the semester, many anxious seniors have questions and uncertainty nagging at the back of their brains. What now? Do I dive head first into that impressive company? Do I take the offer from the firm I interned with? Do I go to more school? Do I take a year or two to work for Ameri-Corps, the Peace-Corps or a another charitable non-profit? Do I spend the rest of my life working for an organization like that?
The following piece, written by the editorial editors, reflects the majority opinion of the editorial board.
I remember hitting the share button on my Facebook in November for the Rolling Stone article "A Rape on Campus." As an aspiring journalist myself, going through Sabrina Rubin Erdely's brilliant, detailed writing that was shining the national spotlight on an important issue through the harsh reality of Jackie's account, I was stunned in amazement thinking to myself "she got it right." When the story went under investigation a few days later, I went into denial because I wanted the story to be right. Instead, she got it very wrong.