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Aside from Covid-19 happening, which has found me sitting in my sparsely decorated childhood bedroom day in and day out rather than living the “good ole college experience,” I am beginning to suspect that I wouldn’t have had a Serious College Boyfriend™ anyway.
This week, I offer you a place to find hope and community, through prayer.
We urge everyone to throw their desire for productivity out of the window.
Shaking off the stupor of late stage decadence is simply too aggravating for an “exhausted” America. Instead, we will resume a comfortable nap, resigned to the fact that this polity lacks the rousing, collective ambition necessary to solve our greatest challenges.
Maybe after a break, I will have the energy to present myself constantly to the world, and to receive the entirety of the world in my fingertips. But for now, I’ll enjoy the peace.
The reality is, right now, our data isn’t even treated as our property.
Human bodies, like roots in the soil, are interconnected: we travel together, not one soul left behind.
If voting is all you have or could ever conceive of having, you’ve long lost whatever war you think we’re fighting. Rather than feeling despair about this election, believe in a revolutionary optimism instead. See you in 2021.
Put the liberalism you praise in your seminars into action.
I was shocked but have never forgotten those two simple words at a table in Miami, Florida.
At the end of the day, it’s about what’s profitable, and Cardi and Megan are just giving us what we want because sex sells.
Ten years ago today, my best friend Drew Everson passed away during our senior year at Duke University.
To have this sort of trust in your present self is to have, I believe, a healthy respect for yourself.
What does it say about the standing of our institution when we are willing to engage with a speaker who has ties to pro-conversion-therapy groups in the name of ‘academic freedom’?
Experiences like that showed me that humiliation isn't a prerequisite for humility. Individuals can be changed without going through pain.
The guiding principle of this nation has never been true righteousness, or even holiness, but rather a deeply perverted sense of piety accompanied by a terrible case of self-righteousness.
“I shouldn’t be persecuted just because of my gender! What do these people think I am, a woman?” one man says.
As the colder months draw closer at Duke, sweatshirts emerge from hibernation, and students are awash in the bustle of the semester. All the while, something seems absent.
Central Campus was one of the final significant reminders of Duke’s roots as a southern university. Ever since West Campus was designed to look like Princeton, we’ve been running from those roots.
