I am a woman. I am a person. The latter always seems to be overshadowed by the former. It’s always that I am a woman, so I should do this or I should be that rather than something else. I am a person,...

With the rise of conversations about sexual violence, particularly on college campuses, I’d like to posit this column as a reminder that sexual assault affects every demographic of communities, to include...

There are many stressors for the modern college student: student loans, grades, social life and of course, your major. Many students are under immense stress from their parents and themselves to choose...

I don’t know who I’m voting for on March 1. I’m not just saying that because I’m not supposed to endorse a candidate, but because the Democratic Party has three (yes, three) brilliant candidates...

By Will Leathers | Staff ColumnistBefore I begin, I am fully aware that in writing this article I run the risk of joining the myriad of lay and professional social commentators who have errantly predicted...

Growing up, I was always known as the quiet girl, easily frightened. In high school, I tried my absolute hardest to be a follower and to fit in with whatever group would let me into their circle. I went...

Acceptance. A word with a hefty, sometimes historical, meaning has recently funneled down into one phrase for me: did I get in?This idea is nothing new. In fact, it starts with our acceptances into The...

Have ideas about how the world ought to be? How the government ought to run? Don’t fool yourself: you’ll probably be voting out of self-interest come November.Don’t get me wrong, you’ll have quite...

The current iteration of our country’s lawmaking body, the 114th Congress, is being historically unproductive in the lawmaking department, rivaled only by the two previous Republican-controlled Congresses...

With ten days until the Iowa caucus, presidential candidates on both sides are getting down to business and releasing policy plans to help gain the support of voters. On last Sunday night's democratic...

I have an odd amount of party stories that take place in women’s bar bathrooms around midnight – like the time I opened a stall to find two girls braiding a third’s hair while she bawled her eyes...