Gender identity is a spectrum — respect it
Being respected. Being treated like a human being. Maintaining one’s dignity and pride. Having the trust of others.
Being respected. Being treated like a human being. Maintaining one’s dignity and pride. Having the trust of others.
I recently went back home to Gibraltar for some family Fourth of July festivities, complete with barbecue food and fireworks. This was a gathering I’d been looking forward to for awhile because, while the town is small, the fireworks display is actually pretty decent - my family and I can watch them from our front porch.
When meeting new people, as soon as they find out that you’re a student they have one question: What do you study?
After shocking the world with his third biting transgression on the pitch, Luis Suarez will be allowed to make the move he’s been angling toward for quite some time.
The Internet is a forum flowing with opinions, interactions, and opportunity. It is also flooded with hateful comments, bullying, and aggravating inaccuracies.A recent court ruling has opened the cyber-floodgates.On Monday, June 30, the U.S.
The United States is the land of the free. As a journalist, I recognize my freedoms often, but I also know at some point, a line has to be drawn with the freedom everyone is given.National craft store chain Hobby Lobby was created by David Green, an Evangelical Christian who believes his billion-dollar company belongs to God.I will not attack Green for his religious beliefs or opinions on birth control ? he is fully entitled to both.
Ninety-three dollars and ninety-seven cents. On a college student’s budget, this would be enough money to cover the cable bill and cheap meals for the next few days.
Soccer seems to be gaining popularity in the United States for the first time during the FIFA Word Cup.
Sports are traditionally defined as activities where opponents challenge each other in physical prowess.
I love being a reporter. I know that is an odd way to start a column, but hold on for a second. As a reporter, I get to practice a right I believe is one of the most important of all — the right to information.
The odds of coming to Michigan State with a set of divorced parents are 50-50. An even split, right down the middle.
While living in Holden Hall during my freshman year fall and spring semesters, I typically ate three meals a day, spent time with my roommate in our little square-shaped home and endured most nights drowning in a pool of my own sweat because there was no air conditioner.
T?his might be a bit biased coming from me ?— I love my minimum wage job. When I’m not fighting crime, watching and reading “Game of Thrones” or editing at The State News, I work as a sandwich artist at a Jimmy John’s back home.
A few weeks ago I started to see different guys on my Facebook friends list share a link to an article titled “Why Girls Should Stop Wearing High-Waisted Shorts.”The article frustrated me.
The other day while in the car with a group of friends, we got into a conversation about why it was hard for domestic and international students to integrate on campus because so many of us were a part of organizations dedicated toward making MSU’s already diverse campus more incorporated.
America, we are missing out.Right now the largest sporting event in the world is happening in Brazil.
A couple of weeks ago, I received a text message from someone I hadn’t spoken to in months. The sender of the text was a former coworker and friend ? “former” being the operative word.Through a series of events – me leaving the job, her getting a new boyfriend – we stopped talking.
Shortly after hitting pause on my current favorite video game, The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess, I had a marvelous idea. I poured myself a glass of chocolate milk.
My assistant coach lent me the book "The Fault in Our Stars" last week. I read it in less than a day, shut the book, cried about one page in particular, bookmarked several thought-provoking pages, and blew up everyone’s Twitter feed with #TFIOS quotes.
I have a strategy when it comes to the game “Never Have I Ever.” For people unfamiliar with the game, it involves friends, or people trying to get to know each other, who gather in a circle and hold up ten fingers.