We’ve all heard that white people can’t handle spicy food and have no culture. We shouldn’t be sensitive to self-deprecating mildly-offensive jokes. But generalizing and downplaying all “white” cultures isn’t even offensive. It simply makes no sense. I grew up Sicilian and Armenian in Minnesota, where the population is very Northern European. Even though my...
With less than four weeks until Election Day, 30% of black voters identify as Independents or Republicans, and now is the time for former president Donald Trump to hone in on his administration’s plan for economic revival. This is a crucial part of the electorate Trump must win over before Election Day. While a vast...
When I walked into the Gilded Unicorn Tattoo Parlor in Charlotte, North Carolina, to get my first tattoo at 19 years old, the voices of my grandparents and parents in my head reminded me I might never get a “real” job because of it. But now, four tattoos later and after a summer spent in...
Being a woman is a never-ending rat race. It started off so innocently — I just wanted to refresh my blonde highlights. After a particularly bad night on Manning Street my freshman year, I decided to reward myself with a trip to Sally’s Beauty Supply in Jackson to take the edge off the Hillsdale winter....
At the end of my first semester at Hillsdale, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had felt a sharp pain pressing on my windpipe during the last few days of finals. I went to the doctor’s office as soon as I flew back home, and after a day of bouncing from clinic to clinic, the...