Madeleine M. Schwartz
Feminism at Harvard is too cautious, too fearful of disagreement to erase gender inequality at the school.
The disposable nature of the unpaid intern’s position affects the way we view our own worth.
By pooling their experiences and comparing them, women can more fully understand how sexism functions and work against it.
On March 6, 1971, about 150 women occupied 888 Memorial Drive, a Graduate School of Design building that was mostly abandoned and about to be destroyed.
The University is mostly quiet about sexual assault on campus.
The Yale students who have stood up for gender equality are a good example to follow.
We come to Harvard hoping to learn about ourselves, find our interests and leave ready to change the world. We can start this by addressing those that govern our day-to-day life.
Harvard must offer support on all levels of academic development, not just once its students become faculty. An extension of existing benefits would not only aid current student parents but also increase the diversity of future faculty.
To forget the radical feminists is to ignore much of the social change that has taken place in America in the last fifty years.
This year’s sex signals has come and gone, and, like every September, freshmen sit through two sessions that fail to ...
As a whole, the ICA’s presentation is limp and witless, too bogged down with shallow nostalgia to present a potent argument for the importance of vinyl.
“Nine” is a misguided adaptation, and one that runs on shallow ideas about women and relationships. Even the extravagant boas in Paul Daigneault’s production (and there are long, lush, red ones) don’t dress up the show’s dull foundations.
The Harvard-Radcliffe Dramatic Club’s (HRDC) presentation of “The Balcony” by Jean Genet, which runs through November 20 on the Loeb Mainstage, is a thoughtful production of a rarely staged play.
Toward the middle of “Trust,” this year’s Visiting Director’s Project on the Loeb Mainstage, a character analyzes the dating world. ...
If there’s one main idea pulsing throughout the newly collected reviews and essays in “The Cross of Redemption: Uncollected Writings,” it’s that the country’s transformation can only happen with words.