COMMENTARY
Bush's stance on stem cell research illustrates backward mentality
George W. Bush's treatment of stem cell research makes me feel like I am living in a 12th century theocracy.
George W. Bush's treatment of stem cell research makes me feel like I am living in a 12th century theocracy.
I've got issues with a lot of American holidays and not just the perennial bleeding heart, liberal target of Columbus Day.
In an almost recession-like period in political news: It's hard to find anything to spark your interest.
Editor's note: All characters and events in this column are entirely fictional. So I was carrying a brown baggie full of dog poop in one hand and a lighter in the other, creepin' onto my neighbor's porch after dusk a few nights ago, when he burst through his front door. "Hold it right there, young fella," he rasped.
Men in their 40s - with their comb-overs flapping in the wind as they drive their freshly waxed Mustang convertibles - have midlife crises. Students in their teens - with their messy hair hidden under baseball caps as they stumble to class in their pajama pants - have quarter-life crises. OK, well, maybe I'm the only one having a quarter-life crisis, but it's part of the stigma that comes with turning the dreaded age of 20. I turned 20 on Sunday, and people greeted me with the token "Happy birthday!" and congratulated me.
It would be nice if the United States weren't still divided along racial lines, as Ward Connerly and the Michigan Civil Rights Initiative seem to think - but this is not the case.
When Ralph Cifaretto, a mob character on HBO's "The Sopranos," brutally kills his girlfriend, he excuses the act by saying, "She was a whore," (pronounced hoo-ah, to be exact). The implication is that a whore is an untrustworthy, worthless person.
I'm concerned that Michigan newspapers might be withholding a piece of important information from the public that has been reported widely abroad but hasn't yet reached our neck of the woods.
If you plan to travel this summer, consider taking the train or carpooling instead of flying or driving alone.
Summer is a strange time of year - what once was a season of carefree fun is now a time to work, move and learn how to adapt to life without the company of close friends.
Playing the game "telephone" can be fun, but can you even imagine using the game as the basis to write an article with the potential to be read around the world?
I didn't vote in the East Lansing school board election on May 3. In fact, I totally forgot about it.
Video games have reached phenomenal acclaim - mostly among adolescents and teens - and widespread acceptance in the U.S.
My world of green MSU pastures and white picket fences was torn apart after working on a story for this newspaper about protests on campus in the late '60s and early '70s.
Graduation. Sounds good, doesn't it? The word resounds with a feeling of accomplishment and significance.
Four years. Nine semesters. Almost 600 cartoons. And all it got me was a lousy bachelor's degree in advertising. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed getting my degree.
Now that spring is here, shouldn't your car be looking its best? The condition of your car probably doesn't faze many of you - but it should.
So I've been opinion editor for almost an entire semester now, and the experience has been incredible, mind-blowing, superb.
I woke up this morning and thought, "I better check ESPN to see if the NFL Draft is still going." I was shocked that it was finally over. It was the second-longest first round ever - thanks to the Detroit Lions, since they only took two minutes to make their selection.
Saturday proved to be a most interesting day of basketball. It was a day of monster comebacks and elation on my part. The day started with the Detroit Pistons against the Philadelphia 76ers on ABC. To say the least, the Pistons didn't get off to a great start, being outscored 28-16 in the first quarter. Philadelphia's Andre Iguodala threw down a sick reverse jam after Allen Iverson saved the ball from going out of bounds.