When Shooters becomes a substitute for therapy
By Carrie Wang | December 6, 2019At the cusp of every final’s season—including this current one included—there is a heightened sense of anxiety in the people around me.
At the cusp of every final’s season—including this current one included—there is a heightened sense of anxiety in the people around me.
As soon as I come home, for better or for worse, I feel myself conforming into the usual comfortable habits of mine.
Thanksgiving conversations made me more aware of the uncomfortable fact that safe spaces like Duke and our own family structures blind us to larger societal inequities.
This world is hard, and doesn’t make sense, but I have never had a bad day that wasn’t alleviated by watching these kind, brilliant people cook and laugh together.
In the end, the ethics of taking a public good is a matter of common sense and decency. Sometimes things just feel wrong. If you feel the need to be furtive, don’t do it. Let your conscience be your guide.
My call to action is finding the balance between taking time to introspect and taking action to make positive change in our community.
Am I qualified? Am I that good? When will people find out that I'm a farce? Why am I applying to all these jobs?
And I'll never forget those words you said next: "They did surgery on a grape." It was cold that night. But you were so warm.
Music does not cure chronic pain; nothing does. But it certainly helps.
Just as elders are not prima facie a source of wisdom, youth isn’t necessarily a fountain of low time preference.
I intend to major in English, but even with my convictions about the importance of Asian representation in the arts , I know I will double with another major of which my mom will approve.
And even if I haven’t found my Modern Love-r, my true Tinder match or my college romance; even if I have made mistakes and messed up, I have humanized and given and advocated and fought. I have loved.
Sometimes, you really do have to just stay in your lane, especially when it comes to collective experiences of race, identity, sexuality, and gender that one simply does not have.
We must support others while keeping in mind their autonomy, facilitating their own journey towards a place of self-understanding and fulfillment. After all, we are more than a puzzle to be solved, a project to be fixed. We are human.
I have been caught up in remembering my previous Duke Thanksgivings. They have always just felt like a comma, a brief pause in the long stretch of the fall semester that strikes just before the end.
I contend that oftentimes our criticisms of cultural appropriation begin from both a privileged position and internal insecurity of our own identity, particularly for Asian-Americans like me.
Survivors face this trauma, isolation and shame even without a sexual assault investigation hanging over their heads.
For years, pundits have invoked respectability politics as an all-purpose deterrent against new ideas as well as to silence dissent.
The people don’t want to be informed, they want to be entertained.