A tribute to the ‘passionless’
It all starts with “What do you want to be when you grow up?” A whole lifetime of ups and downs, twists and turns squeezed tightly into one narrow, simplified box.
It all starts with “What do you want to be when you grow up?” A whole lifetime of ups and downs, twists and turns squeezed tightly into one narrow, simplified box.
For many women, Title X providers such as Planned Parenthood are their only source for adequate health care, and the loss of funds will leave a significant number of women, especially minority women, without basic care. While Trump’s views may be malleable (often in pursuit of political gain), women’s bodies are not, and they should not be subject to the wishy-washy nature of his presidency.
If you are like me, you might have not called your parents or any other family members because of convenience or laziness or some other excuse.
Acceptance into, along with subsequent graduation from, an Ivy League school does not automatically make someone moral. It certainly doesn’t justify behavior that is immoral. Regardless of Kavanaugh’s guilt or innocence, going to Yale is not a justification.
The U.S. prides itself on being a free country, but when our own President and the administration with which he surrounds himself publicly accept and facilitate the mistreatment of the LGBTQ+ community, we are not making America great again.
You can call yourself a feminist, participate in marches, wear ribbons for awareness, and stand up for women in every way possible. Yet you can’t understand the gravity of sexual assault until a survivor is sitting in front of you, waiting for an answer. Waiting for you to tell her she can forgive herself. Waiting for your reaction, if any, which may well tell her everything she needs to know. And even then, you can only fathom a fraction of the suffering.
“No brothers?” is the typical first response, when I tell people that I have four sisters, followed by condolences for my dad. Often, these comments came from other parents, especially those with sons.
Some days I love being sucked into this Princeton dimension. Staying up late in Firestone, surrounded by many other students who are in the same boat. Walking back to my room at midnight without feeling the need to look over my shoulder. And yet, some other days, I realize I haven’t called my mom in a week. I have no idea what is happening in the news. I am not keeping track of all the money I am spending so casually with my prox.
Every collegiate lacrosse team cannot be implicated as racist and un-diverse just because of Virginia Tech’s bad decisions.
