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Country music has always been my favorite genre, there’s a song and artist for every mood and feeling you might be having. I have a lot of family in the South and have spent a lot of time on farms during my equestrian career, so I pretty much grew up on country. Just this last summer I went on a road trip to Nashville, Tennessee, a place very close to my heart. It was an eye-opening experience that made me love and appreciate country music that much more.
There is a difference between sympathy and empathy. The former is a shared feeling, while the latter is related to understanding. When it comes to the Nov. 13 terrorist attacks in Paris, everyone exhibited sympathy. So many people changed their Facebook profile pictures to a photo of them on a family vacation or study abroad trip, smiling proudly in front of the Eiffel Tower. They’ve been to France and they’ve seen Paris, meaning that they understand what it meant when people decided to bomb a concert hall and open fire on restaurant-goers. But for many, when it came to discussing the racist events transpiring at the University of Missouri, another disparaging instance in the tired history that has become race relations in America, empathy was needed. Such an emotion notes that as people, we should be able to understand the plight of another without having experienced it ourselves. The vast majority of American citizens and college students probably have not experienced racism — meaning empathy, not sympathy, was needed. Instead, students at Mizzou were told to go to class even after threats against their lives were made. Protestors were called whiners, and those who stood in solidarity with them were called foolish enablers. Yet none of this is new.
Race can be one of the most awkward conversation topics to discuss, even within a diverse setting like a college campus. An observation that presents itself as peculiar because college-level education represents a setting of higher learning, and thus higher perspective. I mean, the discussion of race and its effects in our respective communities will generally always present itself as a slippery slope, especially when the conversation is being had between people of different races. But even as a slippery slope, I would suspect that any general analysis of this topic could be handled with some of the same perspective that lends itself as commonplace at a college campus. It is safe to say that this has not been my experience in my time here. It does not take any college course to develop a viewpoint on race relations in your immediate vicinity, having open eyes and life experiences that mold how you perceive events allows you to do this.
I don’t get it, how do people support Dallas Cowboys player Greg Hardy? He is a worthless piece of trash, an awful human being. This opinion is based on his arrest from one year and a half ago among other incidents and comments.
It's that time of the year again, ladies and gentlemen. The event that has all the boys drooling and all the girls bawling, the annual experience that will have you running to the gym — yeah, you've guessed it! It’s time for the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.
From the time we can walk, we start to learn what success is.
Students at the University of Missouri made history this week. On Monday, University President Timothy M. Wolfe announced his resignation, followed by Chancellor R. Bowen Loftin, after pressure from students because of the administration’s lack of action to address the rampant racism on Missouri’s campus. A student group on campus called "Concerned Student 1950" — a reference to the year in which black students were first admitted to the University — created a list of demands for the University to take immediate action on behalf of minority students on campus, beginning with the removal of Wolfe from his position. Wolfe’s and the administration’s failure to address blatant and recurring acts of racism led to student protests that escalated last week when black members of the football team (with the support of their coaches) announced that they would refuse to participate in any athletic events until Wolfe was gone.
The term “gentrification” seems to be on everyone’s lips nowadays. Hell, it’s fueled something of a cottage industry amongst the Internet’s commentariat within the past few years. We can’t go by two weeks without a think piece or two from the New York Times, the Atlantic, Vox, Slate and so on without an article that speaks to the subject. I presume this is because these news sites are frequented by the pioneers of gentrification itself: Majority-white, liberal, college-educated millennials who’ve arrived as strangers in foreign lands.
In 2007, the notion that a child could become “emo” after prolonged exposure to the darkest corners of the Internet was enough to strike fear into the hearts of parents. Don’t believe me? The proof is in the pamphlets. So when we look back on this year, what cultural anxiety will stick out as what wrought parents with fear?
Social justice work came into my life because of the pain I experienced through the interlocking marginalization of my multi-faceted identities. For many reasons beyond my queerness, expression and body, my whole being is a place of battlefield. The pains I experienced in my childhood — and to this day — propelled me into social justice work. The deeper and longer I get into into activist work as it flows through my academics, social action projects and personal life, the more I uncover the fact that I never healed from the wounds of my marginalization.
After reading Radcliffe Bent’s article on the notion of the dumb university, dumb student dichotomy — which I found to be a very thought provoking column, despite the usual overly-masculine hum on social media — I immediately decided to bring about my own thoughts on the matter. After all, I come from a modest family where college was never expected of me — at one point I too thought college was dumb. However, my passion for reading and writing kept me imbibing books and scratching fresh paper with worn graphite and black ink. One day, I decided to return to college, worked very hard and achieved many things, won an excellent scholarship — and voila, myself in my current form. Had this all been out of institutionalized instinct to follow the rules of a “dumb student” or some other misguided method of false success? Perhaps, but I think there is more to the individual then links of dumb causation.
From the day we apply to college, to the day we graduate, a major priority when it comes to picking your home for the next four years is safety. Having campus police, safe surroundings and resident assistants on constant duty are concerns that both students and parents have. Students at universities small or large, private or public, are always reluctant to venture through campus alone after the sun goes down — and with good reason. On Nov. 2, President Obama visited the Rutgers—Newark campus to focus all of our attention on the need for reform the criminal justice system. But in order to do that, he needed to first recognize the overtly dangerous crime problem in the school’s area. To some extent, Rutgers—New Brunswick needs to recognize this too — not just around campus, but within the school as well. We face some of the same crime problems as Newark, with robberies and assaults, and our attention needs to be drawn to this somehow.
On the cover of the most recent issue of Pointe Magazine are Ashley Murphy, Ebony Williams and Misty Copeland. But what stands out the most about this magazine cover is that these three women are the most well-known black ballet dancers. The year 2014 was a controversial one in the world of ballet, especially in terms of the lack of racial diversity in elite ballet companies. In April, there was a staging of "Swan Lake" at Washington, D.C.’s John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. This show featured Misty Copeland and Brooklyn Mack, another black dancer. "Swan Lake" is known as one of the most “white ballets,” making their accomplishment all the more important. Black dancers are often cast in pieces that require athleticism as opposed to classical lines. Although dance is a pretty standard outlet for many little girls, it is not often thought of as a “money sport.” The high-ticket prices often limit accessibility for disadvantaged audiences, which sometimes singles out racial minorities.
The University is dumb and you are proof. You are dumb. You are dumb because you are a student. You are a student because you are dumb. Your education is, in fact, making you dumb. To explain, you are a bad student. You are on academic probation because you are a bad student. You are currently earning your second consecutive 1.0, further proving you are bad student. Next, you will be suspended by the University ... because you are a bad student.
The Rutgers Football Team: Under siege by all who love to over-exaggerate and lack sound research. Attacked by those looking for a plotline to add to their network TV series fix. A boneheaded lack of respect for a family of over one hundred people whose voices are silenced due to how others perceive them in society. No member of this team can speak their mind without seemingly representing the rest of the group that they are affiliated with. It feels like in order to comply with a system that gives us college football players so much influence, we must silence ourselves to ensure that we do not misrepresent our team. A catch-22 of sorts, that provides me with a voice but at the same time takes it away. This disgruntles me, but nonetheless I understand that we must try our hardest to protect the integrity of the program that was built by many before us. If we learn how to express our opinions within this structure, we can optimize our positions.
Last week, I had a bit of a rough time. My midterms hadn't gone quite as planned, job applications were really starting to pile up and a dress I had been waiting to be delivered for months, didn't fit me right. So last Friday, as I was walking home from my class — and away from the worst week I've had in months — I knew things were going bad, and I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. So I had to do the most logical thing I could think of doing — I ordered Hansel.
This past Tuesday, for the first time since the Golden State Warriors held the Larry O’Brien Championship Trophy, the NBA tipped off with the Cleveland Cavaliers at the Chicago Bulls. Last year, in LeBron James's return home to Cleveland, his team came up two wins short of the championship. He was without 2 of 3 of the Big Three as Kyrie Irving dislocated his knee cap and Kevin Love had his shoulder dislocated, more like pulled out of it’s socket. The Champion Golden State Warriors had the more complete team that included league MVP Steph Curry, along with his splash brother Klay Thompson, “Mr. Do It All,” Draymond Green and Coach of the Year Steve Kerr. This is a new season — nothing is guaranteed or given to a team. It is earned with their play on the court. Oh wait, never mind, the Cavaliers making it back to the Championship is guaranteed. Put your money on them in Vegas.
If you take a look at your license, you may see the words “organ donor” printed across the front. These words indicate that you are registered as a deceased organ donor — so when you die, your organs will be donated to someone in need. While deceased organ donation certainly saves lives, it alone will not solve the organ shortage crisis. First of all, deceased organs can rarely be used in a transplant procedures. The organ must be extracted and transplanted immediately after death for the procedure to be effective, and few donors die in a setting that allows for this immediate extraction. In general, patients receiving organs from deceased donors do not live as long as those who receive organs from living donors. Second of all, the gap between the number of patients waiting for an organ and the number of those receiving an organ continues to increase. In order to close this gap, living organ donation must supplement deceased organ donation.
Conflicts of recent years have brought significant negative attention to the United States Armed Forces. Attacked by media outlets from all sides, the nation’s military institutions have been berated for unnecessary use of force, failure to complete objectives and an unprecedented drag on the nation’s budget in recent years. All things considered, the various branches of the armed forces now face another significant hurdle in recruiting future soldiers.
I was driving down to campus last week, and I saw a giant billboard: “Blue Lives Matter. #thankublu” written in bold, capital white letters over the image of a police badge. I almost stopped my car in the middle of the lane. This is not the sort of ridiculous propaganda I’d expect to see stuck up here, in Central Jersey, overlooking good old Route 1 North between that new Costco/Target complex and the Shoppes at North Brunswick plaza.