The Hidden Mac and Cheese Agenda
Like most people in the United States of ‘Murica, I grew up with a vastly skewed (cough, cough, Euro-centric and imperialistic) view of history. So,...
Poetry from the Hill: Weary Soul Edition
I truly embraced the rhyme in this more traditional selection of poems. Read alone. Finals Freshman fifteen Finals five hundred When all...
A Month of Not Shaving, In Retrospect
I didn’t shave for the entirety of November, give some days. Honestly, I don’t remember exactly when I last shaved. Against popular consensus, it was in...
I Spent 60 Minutes in an Elevator Just for Shits and Giggles
Today, I stood in an elevator in J. Walter Wilson for a full hour. I have an obsession with making little experiments for myself, particularly...
Why You and I Are Willingly Handing Our Souls to Apple
A couple of weeks ago, I found myself standing in an old familiar land I hadn’t stepped foot in for quite some time. The buttery...
The Attack of Fake Facebook Events
Dear people who keeping attending fake events on Facebook, Please continue doing so. I love it so much. These fake Facebook events give me life....
The Odyssey or: How Some Moron Ruins Everything Instead of Just Going Home
My freshman year of high school, we spent about a semester on The Odyssey. While it was a generally enjoyable experience, I have some lingering qualms about some...
Touching My Toes: An Unexpected Journey
I used to be pretty neurotic. College applications, SAT’s, high school drama, and the art of surviving teenage-dom all put me under a lot of stress....
Dear Aziz Ansari: A Real Girl’s Review of “Master of None”
Dear Aziz, Aziz, I’m a fan. Tom Haverford is the main boo, your stand-up makes me pee myself, and Modern Romance is a “sprightly” and...
Review: Kocostar Foot Therapy
A few weeks ago, filled with the selfish completely legitimate desire to pamper myself, I wandered into the Urban Outfitters on Thayer Street and headed...