I was born with a skin-tone that falls somewhere between "fresh milk" and "blank paper." I've heard every "where are the Seven Dwarves?" and "Ah! You're blinding me!" joke in existence, replacing my joyful anticipation of summer with an ominous dread.
From basically the time I was in kindergarten, I was ingrained with the understanding that this is how the system works: you go to school, you get good grades, you go to college, you get good grades, and then one day you get a job... so your kids can do it all over again.
Ah fashion, you cruel, sadistic mistress. Unrealistic body image has always been part of the package, considering that most major designers only have a vague concept of what human anatomy even looks like, but historically they have at least pretended that their designs are created for full grown women.
There has been a lot of controversy lately over sites like RateBU, where pictures of girls are posted online and people vote on whether or not they're hot. Yeah, I only wish I'd made that up. Regardless of whether you think this kind of thing is just fine or is a pathetic excuse for shallow douchbaggery, the question that a lot of schools are facing is - should this be allowed to happen?
This week, in keeping with my usual studious habits, I was surfing around the internet watching cute cat videos when I came across this article which posed the question; is the first date dead?
Who among us has never Facebook stalked? Anyone? Seriously, anyone? It's easy and mostly harmless, so we all do it a little bit sometimes to see how much less awesome your ex's new girlfriend is than you, or to find out if that cutie in you American Lit class is single (and into women). It's not a big deal, right? But when does it cross the line?
Next Friday marks the start of the holiday shopping season with the single most anticipated shopping day of the year here in the good ol' USA - Black Friday. A day when stores mark down items to ludicrous sale prices and people all over the nation line up in the early dawn hours to snag those bargains (and occasionally trample their fellow human beings).
Recently Kye Allums became the first publicly transgendered student-athlete in NCAA history to play as a male identifying player on the George Washington University women's basketball team. It's a big step for transgendered athletes everywhere and first off I have to say kudos to him.
Recently, Rachael Leigh Cook (remember her?!) spoke out against the practice of airbrushing, going so far as to say that since false advertising is a crime and photo-correcting is essentially false advertising, then photoshopping in the media should be a crime. That's quite a statement there, Rach - let's go to the polls!
In the words of the immortal Mean Girls, "Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it." It's a time honored Halloween tradition for girls to put on their best 'sexy' costume and go party, right? And costume companies have certainly raised the bar on options (Sexy Elmo and Sexy Hello Kitty, really?) but is this really a good idea or are we just promoting a sexist stereotype?
When just a couple of decades ago many people couldn't RISK coming out in college, now schools are trying to recruit applicants from the LGBT community and while I have no qualms about that, I gotta wonder if it's fair.
In 'studies that make my skin crawl' news, researchers found that most people they studied wind up in long-term relationships with a partner who resembles their opposite sex parent. Basically that means that most women end up married to a man who physically resembles their father, which is... ick. Just ick. The question is, do we think this is really accurate, or did something go horribly awry in this study?
Last week, the Senate voted not to repeal the military's 'don't ask, don't tell' policy - a policy that's essentially a band-aid for the absence of gay rights in the military. The policy, which was introduced in 1993, has essentially stood all of this time as a way of saying 'you can be gay in the military, as long as nobody knows about it'.
One of the big buzz topics surrounding colleges in the last couple of years has been an administrative push to get everyone to graduate "on time" - as in, the four year model. Florida's university system thinks they might have found the answer - as a number of other colleges have - in "block tuition". Block tuition is basically just a flat rate system where every student pays a set price for a year or semester, regardless of how many credit hours they take.
Schools all over have been experimenting with social media lately - some of them getting into it and some of them encouraging their students to stay out of it. Now Harrisburg University of Science and Tech are blocking all social media from the school's network including Facebook, Twitter, Myspace and AIM for a week. They're not the first school to try a move like this, but my question is, is it right?
We've all killed a few hours (*cough*Calculus*cough*) imagining that amazing guy that would somehow walk into our lives - you know, the one with the suave of George Clooney, the charm of Joseph Gordon-Levitt and the abs of Ryan Kwanten (hello, Jason Stackhouse!) - and magically turn all those microwave-ramen-days into a romantic comedy dream.
Once upon a time, I had a friend - no, seriously, it was a friend. Not me. At all. - who had a major crush on a certain member of 'N Sync; like a, have all his posters, listen to nothing but his music, own the look-alike action figure set, crush. It was a little weird, but eventually she grew out of it and hey, we all go through our phases, right?
“Jane Doe adores John so much, it’s like fluffy pink bunnies of love are frolicking around inside of her. Wuvs U Baby!” Gag me. Seriously, how many times have you looked on Facebook and seen somebody else getting all schmoopy over their significant other in their status?
According to the old adage, sex sells. Plenty of companies on the market seem to operate under that idea, even ones that it doesn't really make any sense for (um, how is my fabric softener sexy?). However, with American Apparel - a company known mainly for multi-colored tees, metallic leggings and having porntastic ads - circling the drain, it makes me wonder if the whole "sex sells" thing is just hype.
Assuming you haven't been living in a cave (or being Amish, but then you probably wouldn't be online) you've probably at least heard of the premise of When Harry Met Sally and the big question it poses - can men and women just be friends? Looks like the debate's on again - did it ever really stop? - and it's time we had our say!
From Stanford to Florida State there are certain traditions that hold true in college across the country - homecoming, welcome week craziness, wearing flip flops in the shower, and getting up close and personal with your toilet after way too many shots on Friday night. College drinking has been a hot button issue for a long time, and there's always been the question of who should step up and be responsible for it.
Birth control is one of many things on a list up for consideration to be included as required free preventative care on overhauled healthcare plans. If BC makes the cut, it could eliminate the extra costs to prevent pregnancy for women all over the country - but should it be included?
Since you're currently on a website reading this, it's probably a little redundant to say how much of our lives take place online nowadays. Suffice to say that except for the eating, breathing and sleeping parts, almost everything else you do can be done on the Internet, including meeting that special someone...
You know that friend who just can't resist the "fixer-upper" guy? He's either a bad boy who she knows could really be prince charming, or a stoner who could be brilliant if he'd just pull himself out of the beanbag chair get his act together, or a stuffed-shirt who could be a lot of fun if he just had the right girl on his arm to show him how.
"It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean" - that's the saying, anyway. But with the new season of Hung and the start of The Hard Times of RJ Berger, it seems like having a big dick is still a big deal - in entertainment-land anyway.
There's been big to-do recently over whether or not cheerleading counts as a sport and it all started when Quinnipiac decided to cut women's volleyball in favor of a competitive cheerleading squad. Some of the volleyball players are suing the school saying that competitive cheerleading is "as much a sport as chess"... which is kinda a non-sequiter of an argument, but whatever.
Having gone to a liberal arts college in NYC, it really wasn't any big surprise to me that a) there were exactly four straight males in my entire school b) there were a lot of "angry feminist" types hanging around in any class even vaguely related to gender or romance. As such, I got to sit through a lot of empowering vs degrading arguments about everything from Voltaire to Batman, and you wanna know what topic comes up the most often? Porn.
The last few months a bunch of people (mostly employed people who don't actually have a stake in the matter, I must note. *Suck it, employed people!*) have made a big deal out of internships - Are they fair? Are they worth it? Are they even legal?
In the last year or so there's been a big upswing in "awareness" about plus-size models. They've always been around, but they suddenly started getting a lot more attention for being their bold, beautiful selves. Of course, there's always a backlash, like a study that showed that ads featuring plus size women actually make women feel worse about themselves - so much so that some networks have declined to air commercials by Lane Bryant featuring a plus size model in the company's lingerie.
There are a lot of "rules" about dating - don't date a friend's ex, don't call too soon or you'll seem needy, don't date guys named Garret (no? just me?). Probably the most classic rule that I heard when I entered the real world dating pool was "don't sleep with a guy until the third date."
Summer, my favorite time of year. Not because of the weather (yay, swimming!) or the fashion (yay, things that aren't sweaters!) though those things are great - I love summer for the same reason that pretty much every other kid who went to school in America does; no class!
Facebook. Social network, amazing way to stay in touch, the single greatest contributor to my finals-procrastination mental breakdown. Love it or hate it, Facebook pretty much owns our asses – the question is, has it gone too far?
Ah, George Orwell, how miserable you made my life in high school. But look, now it’s happening again – except this time it’s not Mr. Orwell’s fault that I’ve got Big Brother on the brain (no, not the TV show… is that still on?). This time it’s Northern Arizona University and their plan to install an attendance system that electronically reads student ID cards to tell if you showed up to your giant lecture course.
Cheating has always been, will always be, a touchy subject. We’ve debated what cheating is, whether you should forgive a cheater, but now it’s time to turn those sneers inward and ask the dirty little question – what if you cheat? There seems to be a little dissent about whether or not you should confess that you cheated and I think it’s time we got a consensus.
Hello, my name is Lauren, and I have a problem. I’d like to lay the blame on my mother (it’s just so convenient!) or maybe her mother before her, but the truth is it’s probably a lot of factors going back who knows how far that have led me to this moment: I’m obsessed with looking young.