In honor of Bisexual Visibility Day and in preparation for the upcoming North Carolina Pride Festival this weekend, I feel compelled to write this:
Ignorance isn't bliss
“Shruti, sometimes, when I read the paper or just turn on the television I feel like the world is falling apart.”
Resisting the snap-a-pic reflex
My greatest pet peeve traveling abroad with other Americans is the immediate “snap-a-pic reflex."
Is access to healthcare a right? Should it be?
It would be hard to deny that our country faces myriad and unfathomably complex issues--grand strategy, the role of government in our lives, environmental policy, gay rights, abortion, the...
Let's talk about midterms
As much as I adore the smell of smoke from fireplaces, there is one thing I do not want to wade into the conversations that come with fall.
Pursuing an image vs. developing an identity
When I think back to myself as a first-year, taking my first steps on campus, I think of her as a completely different girl and yet the exact same one.
Picking our battles
This is what picking our battles means—only choosing to speak up when we’ve actually thought through an issue and formed an opinion, and doing so in a setting that actually has the potential to do...
A choice between imitation and creation
Sometimes when I’m alone in Perkins worrying about how my paper due the next morning will ever write itself, my mind takes a detour to marvel at the wealth of ideas that must continually be flowing...
The rights way to go
Utilitarianism has its problems, but its natural and philosophically meaningful way of resolving conflicts between interests is one of its biggest strengths.
Grabbing the Bull City by the horns
Ten meters below me, a half-dozen preteen girls are singing Miley Cyrus’ “Wrecking Ball” in broken English, a housewife is recycling enough wine bottles to intoxicate an entire darty, and someone...
Ruminations on prenatal vitamins
It was a thoroughly unremarkable minute in a grocery store vitamin aisle, about a decade ago.
“I have always wanted to get to know you, but I’ve always thought you were out of my friend league.”
I heart Central
Once I became acclimated to living on campus, accustomed to its unique characteristics and quirks, I made a solemn vow to never in the entirety of my live on Central Campus.
“Teacher, can you explain to me why America killed Osama Bin Laden and Muammar Gaddafi?”
We can be that kind of person
Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night and the events of daily life are crowding my mind, I have a vivid memory of a little café in Oxford.
A eulogy, belated
I’m a few weeks too late. The fights have been broken up, the protestors cleared from the streets, the fire of anger and hatred temporarily extinguished.
Imagine this, imagine that
With an eclectic assortment of vegetables sprawled out in front of us, we were told: write.