Today felt filled with lament and mourning — mourning the loss of all the social progress that has been made for anyone who isn’t a white, heterosexual male in the top 1 percent of the economy. Read on
Opinion / all
It is like having the security ripped from my body. It is having the rose-colored glasses knocked off my face and seeing the world for the first time as unwelcoming and cruel. Read on
Older voters have scratched their heads wondering why this generation has become so anti-establishment. One important factor is that many Millennials came of age during the recession. Many had parents who lost a job and opportunities that were once pathways to success disintegrated at the hands of a crippling economy. Read on
Thought of the election provokes mayhem and borderline claustrophobia in my head. I didn’t care at first; I saw no reason. I am a privileged, white high school student. My life is so good, and I know that. I also was like, “If I can’t even vote, why does it matter what I think?” Read on
Not being able to vote is like not being able to extinguish the fire that’s slowly, and eventually, going to swallow you whole. Like I’ve always been told, every vote counts, and I must always exercise this right. My ancestors fought for this right, and I intend to use it. Read on
Queer Youth Fest provided a safe space for queer people to be queer. It is often forgotten how difficult it can be a queer person, to live the majority of your life in heteronormative and cis gender spaces. Read on