Halloween costumes overly sexualized
If women didn’t buy sexy Halloween costumes, they wouldn’t be sold in so many stores. That’s simple economics.
If women didn’t buy sexy Halloween costumes, they wouldn’t be sold in so many stores. That’s simple economics.
It’s unnerving to think that before you have a chance to show everyone who you really are, people already are drawing conclusions about you.
Just like many other things, society has become way too oversensitive and overbearing on the restrictions of one of the most fun holidays of the year.
For everyone out there who still is single and plans on staying that way for many, many years, you’re not alone.
We are all guilty of “slut-shaming,” and whether we like it or not, it hurts people. But more than that, it hurts us. It’s time to stop.
The government can’t be shut down because one side didn’t get their way. Because if this all keeps up, Congress’ approval rating will somehow find a way to go even lower than five percent.
This past summer, six of my friends from high school and I loaded into a minivan and headed to a county park to watch a fireworks show. Talking and singing at the top of our lungs, we were goofing around the whole way there. We had just entered a roundabout when the car in front of us slammed on its brakes. By the time my friend hit her brakes, it was too late.
Poverty affects people of all races and gender. Therefore, by using poverty as a factor, no one will be discriminated against or given special treatment.
I bought my first can of Mace last Monday. It was nonchalant enough, going to the nearest hardware store and finding the little pink bottle beneath the chewing gum that lined the shelves before the register.
Can calories tell time? You might wonder this while reaching for that nightly bag of chips. Does the fact that the clock reads past midnight make any difference in how our bodies react to calories in comparison to ones consumed earlier in the day?
We are only starting to make advancements — it would be disheartening to see more roadblocks impede whatever progress we are making.
If you listen to me, someday you too can be a struggling 20-something who just moved out of his parent’s house and is preparing to take on more crushing student loans. Dream big.
Being judged from one quick interview doesn’t show who you truly are, and it certainly doesn’t make you any less of a person.
Listen up, all you mass transit miscreants. I’m sick and tired of dealing with your offenses.
When you can learn to stop focusing on the things other people have and focus on yourself, you’ll discover that it’s easier to get the things you want. You might even find out that you already have them.
Truly, giving back to the community around us is in the spirit of being a Spartan. As it is Homecoming week, I hope to end with the thought that this spirit is “super.”
Sometimes things might seem overwhelming or uncomfortable, but that does not mean you shouldn’t pursue these experiences.
I’ve trekked across Washington, D.C. in the dead of night by myself without blinking an eye. I’ve made my way home from downtown to my apartment in Philadelphia unsupervised and never thought twice. And I’ve walked home from The Peanut Barrel to my apartment past Harrison Road more times than I can count.
Sometimes people will imply that a homosexual couple isn’t capable of taking care of a child. I feel slighted; I wasn’t given a chance to explain that I’m better taken care of by my sister than I was by my own mother. No one stopped to ask about how my sister did things for us throughout our lives our mother forgot.
Do guys have an innate quality to know every football or sports-related statistic? Maybe not. But at times it seems to me that most do. Whether guys are discussing their fantasy football leagues or who played in the Final Four last year, I’m astounded constantly at the fact that so many men are sponges to the language of sports.