Struggling CBE freshman
“Pop tarts are sugar ravioli!”
Exclaimed in Frist
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The First, and Possibly Last, Cold War Musical: A Review of Chess on Broadway
A candid review of the newest iteration of Chess on Broadway.
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The times, they are a-changin’
Across the country, protests are increasing in intensity and organization. They make for exciting headlines and call out high-ranked leaders. They are loud, large, and difficult to ignore. In the age of new media and increased factionalism, what is the role of protest inside the campus bubble?
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Flawed ways to recognize what remains of home
The extremely specific black-brown spots on bananas, as though painted upon; symbols in smoke; the convenience of exploitation; the mistake of birth. Perhaps the last one is common in all lands. The uncomfortable ease of your childhood bedroom cannot be replicated. An echochamber of extremity—too cold, or too hot, with peeling walls. And the set…
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Lines we cannot cross: Full Design
Pick up a physical copy around campus, or view the full design here!
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Bad Men, Suffering Women, and The Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain
“The more we view certain expressions of gendered being as untrue, the more we reinforce in ourselves and others that there is a ‘true’ way to be a woman or a man, trapping ourselves in the same conservative discourse we claim to abhor.”
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A Bad Habit
“She turned her head and looked up at the thin cracks in the ceiling. Her eyes traced the ruptures above them and Lizzie wondered what it might make it collapse. He turned his head and grabbed her face so her eyes would meet his, touched his nose to hers.”
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Nass List: We Need To Talk About…
DAT PUSSY Das Pussi your fertile crescent Pregnant chicks kissing the tory’s new poetry section Queering the normal AI… how is no one talking about that? the big beautiful BILL the big beautiful BBL how we are on a floating rock in the vast emptiness of the universe. Like, damn…really puts shit into perspective…
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When Shall White Lilies Replace my Kalaniot?
The Kalaniot (poppy anemone) is a potent symbol for both Israelis and Palestinians: its red, white, and black petals and green stem match the colors of the Palestinian flag, while in the winter it famously blankets the Otef Azah region of Israel, precisely where the October 7 massacres occurred. Both peoples have since used this…
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Diamond in this Room
We all want the melt of you the pulsing red ocean full of brine, combed by pearly topsail shimmers imagined to infinity but never really making slices, want to drive a four-fathom pike down and down and lose it on the way. Fathom comes from old english when it used to mean “embrace”…
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Initiation Spins
“Some guy I must’ve known threw his hand over the glass to block me. He mouthed something I couldn’t hear, as if we were underwater, and tapped his finger on the side of the glass. Someone’s phone flashlight blinded me as it attempted to illuminate what was in it. Someone screeched.”
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After Kabul – Lutf Ali Sultani lives again
I The cell was a nightmare. It was loud and hot and small — twelve square meters, if that. In the days of the former government it had only ever held one or two inmates at a time, but now the enemies of the Taliban stood packed shoulder to shoulder, civilians and soldiers, protesters…