On bad days, my room, though perversely sized and thinly walled, offered refuge from the scrutiny of the clan.
How women, gender and sex broke through Harvard's tall walls
As our emotional and existential stakes in the web have risen, so too have the damages that digital malevolence can wreak.
If boredom is, after all, a symptom of modernity, we might as well accept that being bored is here to stay.
At least to current Harvard students, “The Social Network’s” repeated scenes of intoxicated depravity—culled from some “Animal-House”-meets-hip-New-York-club wet dream—serve as a not-so-subtle disclosure that Sorkin’s narrative attends more to fiction than fact.
As my short-lived attempt at abstinence revealed, living un-ironically is distinctly un-fun.
Menstruation, therein, is more than a biological occurrence: It is a socially constructed phenomenon, emanating as much from cultural stereotype as from women’s own wombs.
Academic disciplines are forms of gibberish that must be mastered before they can glean any insights.
As Beauvoir’s tombstone turns 24, her legacy—whether fully or pseudo feminist—commands our continued attention.
Control over female sex should return to where it rightfully belongs: women themselves.
Pressured to instrumentalize their educations for the sake of some bigger, better goal, Harvard students come to instrumentalize themselves.
Imagistic distortion has become so normalized that unaltered photographs now run with special headlines, reinforcing the status of the non-airbrushed as an aberration.
Sex and violence remain hopelessly confused
In destabilizing the sex-based division of sports, Semenya has destabilized the way in which we understand sex, gender, and ultimately ourselves.