The large oak that had shaded my neighbor’s home had split in half, its miraculous fall having, somehow, completely avoided the house.
A lot of the time, Beyoncé is for everybody. Her music about feminism, love, and partying is for all women, and really for anyone. Her music about heartbreak is for the heartbroken. But what Beyoncé has done with “Formation” is momentous because in its rejoicing it is, unmistakably, by and for black people—especially for black femmes.
When Cam scores a touchdown and hits the superman he literally becomes superhuman, transcending the unintentional conditions of racism in America.
I want to know what happens when pain is so pretty that without it you’d be normal. I want to know if there’s a place where pain stops hurting, or maybe, where it still hurts the same but you just don’t care because it feels so right.
Accusing Trump of espousing New York values fits well into Cruz’s general strategy, and critics were too quick to declare Trump the winner of this altercation.
Harvard may be coming off two straight losses, but a new class of Ivy League heavyweights is emerging.
There is a fundamental disconnect between the theory we learn and the way we live our lives; with apologies to Oscar Wilde and Phillip Fisher, it’s all too easy to know the mathematics of everything and the meaning of nothing.
The stereotype that Asian women are meek, though blatantly untrue, nevertheless reveals that perhaps yellow fever is more than just an innocent preference based on physical appearance.
On one hand, those in uniform often think of us as pampered students. Aside from the occasional weekend in the woods, we only train every other day. Meanwhile, active duty personnel find themselves immersed in a military environment 24/7. Our student counterparts, on the other hand, think we’re full-time soldiers.
Many think of the N-word as the most damaging word to the black community, but I disagree. In my opinion, “Uncle Tom” represents the most destructive term within the black community.
The notion of girl power shouldn’t be enough to keep every female Democrat worshipping at the altar of Hillary. But past and personal slip-ups that don’t jibe with our current conception of sisterhood shouldn’t be enough to keep us away, either.