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In case you've been living under a rock for the last decade or so, Bill Cosby – comedian, former Jell-O spokesman and television's favorite dad – has been periodically accused of drugging and sexually assaulting multiple women over the course of his famed career. In case you've still been living under that rock for the last month, these periodic accusations are now becoming more permanent.
Three days ago I found out I was a victim of stolen
No one ever asks for it. Rape is not a gift. It is never invited by virtue of dress, actions, words, relationships, gender, sexuality, beliefs or behavior. Rape is torture. Sexual assault is a form of mental, emotional and physical trauma that can never be healed. Unlike Ebola, or the myriad other epidemics that invade our lives every two or so years, there is no cure for sexual assault. There is no medication, miracle shot or antibiotic that can erase a survivor’s pain. The only comfort that these brave people get is the knowledge that they can prevent rape from happening to others.
For those of you who know me, you know that I love everything celebrity, fashion and pop culture. And for those of you who know me really well, you know how much I love to celebrate the style, mock the mental breakdowns (I’m talking about you, Amanda Bynes) and marvel at all of the talent. I live, breathe and love the movie premieres, reality (and quality) television and the superstars of the music industry. This list is a compilation of the most captivating Hollywood stories of the week and the things I felt most compelled to loathe or love. I hope you agree. You should.
If you haven’t seen the “Humans of New York” website or
Facebook page I suggest you take a look. It is an artistic outlet that works to
illustrate the diversity of human life through “daily glimpses into the lives
of strangers,” as described by Brandon Stanton, the website’s creator. Stanton
posts photographic portraits of strangers he encounters and includes quotes and
short stories next to their pictures. Entries range from the lighthearted to
the deeply moving and inspirational. All are eye opening.
“No more by-standing. No more ignorance. No more excuses. No
In high school, someone asked me what my dream was. While my
friends mentioned things such as finding cures, making change and traveling
around the world – all great options – I said, “My dream is to be happy.” For
me, this meant rising above society’s misinterpretations of what is healthy and
This week, Taylor Swift made the bold move to remove all her songs from Spotify, a platform that allows users to pay a minimal monthly fee for the advertisement-free streaming music service. Other frustrated artists are looking to follow Swift’s lead. Such a strategy might be problematic.
The U.S. added yet another mark to its list of mass-shootings at the end of October when Jaylen Fryberg opened fire in his high school cafeteria in a small town in Washington state. The freshman killed a fellow classmate and injured four others before taking his own life.
It’s an easy decision to call the police when someone is bleeding out in front of you, or after you witness a car crash. But what about when the couple next door is screaming at each other, or when you see someone completely wasted being dragged up a flight of stairs? At what point do you step in?
Twitter. Facebook. Instagram. Tumblr. Pinterest. These are just a few examples of the social media platforms that exist today.
Germs and diseases are on everybody’s mind these days as the Ebola outbreak has us running for pharmaceutical facemasks.
I have not ordered a pumpkin spice latte in years. Every time fall arrives and Starbucks releases one of its most popular drinks, I make sure to never order it. I don’t avoid pumpkin spice lattes because I think I won’t enjoy the warm drink filled with fall spices, creamy milk and happiness; nor do I even object to the nearly $4 price tag. I have not had a pumpkin spice latte since I learned that the drink was associated with being “basic.”
In their 1990 hit song, “Let’s Talk About Sex,” classic rap duo Salt-N-Pepa implored hip hop fans and others to openly discuss a topic that many people go to great lengths to avoid. And though we live in a country in which the presence of sex is virtually unavoidable, it appears that only now, in 2014, we are finally ready to have "the talk." Unfortunately, as is the case with many important conversations, our nation’s sex talk comes on the heels of tragedy.
The United States government and I have very similar spending habits. As a point of clarification, I turned 22 last month. The United States of America turned 238 in July. Allow me to elaborate.
At the end of a discussion about Ron Paul’s comments encouraging state secession on the Oct. 1 episode of “Hardball” with Chris Matthews, Sam Stein of the Huffington Post quipped: “The previous discussion we had was about Ebola, Ebola appearing in the state of Texas, Texas, which is
led by Governor Rick Perry who has hinted at secession. What are they
doing as soon as Ebola shows up in Dallas? They`re calling the CDC, the federal government agency to help them.”
Sexual assault has led to a man-hating mission. Society has grown to view men as the perpetrators and women as the victims, which results in a very strict labeling system that does not accurately depict reality and does not help ameliorate this grave societal issue.
This past summer, I volunteered to drive a group of middle-schoolers to a trampoline gym on a church-sponsored outing. Before departing with five seventh-grade girls and one eighth-grade boy, I recalled my own prepubescent crew of comrades. I remembered our incessant shenanigans and relentless jockeying for female attention, and began to question my original motivation to volunteer.
Today as I walked from the business school to grab lunch in the Commons, I overheard an unusual insult. “What are you, a momma’s boy?” one young Richmond man asked another. In my opinion, the only acceptable reply would have been, “You’re goddamn right I’m a momma’s boy.” Unfortunately, the opposing party had a few choice words to say at this affront, and, in an attempt to remain cordial, I will spare you the details.
My name is Ellie, and I am a junior at UR studying journalism but am currently studying abroad in Sydney, Australia for the fall semester. Welcome to my blog! Here I hope to offer some insights into studying abroad, my life in Australia and maybe just some general life tips I have picked up while living in another country.