As girls, our standards actually seem to lower once we enter college. In fact, many of my friends have followed through with a hookup despite the presence of a definite deal breaker (I have not of course, because I am perfect and never make mistakes). Enough is enough. Some things are just plain unacceptable and need to be addressed.

Ever since we were little we’ve been told not to judge people by what they wear. But doesn’t a night when you can be anything and anyone call for an exception to that rule? Doesn’t it make sense that what you choose to be on Halloween, out of the infinite options, says something about you? I think it does.

Freshman girls. Two words uttered with excitement by upperclassmen guys, but uttered with disdain accompanied with scoffs and eye rolls by upperclassmen girls. These perceived interlopers consistently dampened discussions I had with many of my friends around our upcoming sophomore year. Sound a little off to you?