Visual Essay: What I wish we were taught about sex and intimacy
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Wendy Ho discusses CONTACT, a student volunteer group that works with mental health and suicide prevention hotlines, and helping people undergoing difficult times.
Wendy Ho reflects on trying new hobbies without fear of failure.
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There have been several times in the past year where I have slipped into what I refer to as “the fog.” I scroll endlessly on social media, I click on YouTube video after YouTube video, only to start part of it and move onto the next one. I eat food until I’m sick. I stay up until 5 a.m. even though I felt tired hours ago. I sleep 14 hours a day and then take a two-hour nap on top of that. I binge all four seasons of The Good Place in a weekend. There is no past or future, only the present and the over-saturated indulgence. In non-pandemic times, I usually chalk “the fog” up to the utter emptiness that I feel after a semester has ended. I feel relieved. I can finally avoid all responsibility for a brief moment. I can let go of control, just for a second. But, this past year, during lockdown, “the fog” has come back several times, and it’s easy to forget that I used to not feel this way.
I voted for the first time in 2016, since I turned 18 two months before the election.
Oct. 11 is National Coming Out Day. The day was first celebrated in 1988 and based on the idea that the personal is political, that the most basic form of activism can be coming out to friends, family, and coworkers, and living openly. The core idea is that homophobia thrives in silence and people are less likely to maintain homophobic beliefs when they discover that a loved one is LGBTQ+.
Without the beautiful gothic architecture, the lecture spaces, eating clubs, the athletes on motorized scooters zipping down Washington St., what is campus? Without running into people at meals or in class or at the Street late at night, what is student life? Without the campus and the friends, and all the connection that comes with the physicality of it, what is Princeton?