COLUMN: The joys of womanhood
Being a woman sucks.
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Being a woman sucks.
But on Aug. 8, we saw “Honey Boo Boo," also known as Alana Thompson, grace us with her presence elsewhere on her very own television show called “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.”
After Saturday, I'm embarrassed.
I know everyone has been on this kick of saving the world and going green. And I am all for it. Really, I even recycle my Honey Nut Cheerios cereal boxes and unread State News newspapers.
I thought the hardest part was going to be making sure I didn’t trip while walking down the aisle.
Upon entering the Oval Office, President Barack Obama promptly promised to usher in a series of changes, one of which would be closing the detention center at Guantanamo Bay.
After hauling a queen size bed, a fish tank, home to a baby Sulcata tortoise, lamps, a desk and the rest of my life into my new apartment, I sit on my leather couch with a cool glass of Mountain Dew and a smile. I am now the proud renter of my first apartment with two of my best friends.
I come from down south in Saint Louis, Mo., where I attended Lindenwood University last year.
I remember what summer vacation used to be like.
Recently I was with my friend drinking black coffee, rubbing our eyes from a long day’s shift in our wrinkled dress pants.
That's three now. Three mass shootings in a little over a month. 72 injured, 19 dead.
Anyone who spent more than a few hours on the campus of Central Michigan University during the 2011-12 academic year could tell things weren't going well.
Sometimes their eyes flit away upon meeting my own, like a man caught gawking at a teen with unorthodox facial piercings.
The U.S. bi-party political system is about as American as apple pie.
Queen Elizabeth II's wave is still as stereotypically dainty as it’s always been made out to be.
I’ve never been one to believe in the zombie apocalypse. You know, when cannibalistic savages of the rotted dead eat society to pieces? Oh yeah, and spread the zombie plague. I don’t think so.
As we near the end of the semester, now is a great time to reflect on the things we have accomplished as students and set goals for the future.
“Critics say this is the best action movie of the summer.” “This is Katherine Heigl’s best movie.” “The New York Times gives this movie four stars.”
As hip-hop pioneer Aristotle once wrote in a poem later turned into a lyric by intrepid philosopher Kanye West: "We outta here baby."
You incoming freshmen are headed into what has been repeatedly described as the best years of your life, so I will try to keep my remarks short and not give them a bad start.