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Only a year ago it would have seemed impossible. The tyrannical reign of the Triceragoose is as closely associated with University of Richmond as a ten figure endowment or a terrible Wi-Fi connection. But could it be that the influence of the Triceragoose is on the decline? I initially found it hard to believe, but in the past year there is no denying a downward trend.
This Tuesday, University of Richmond will welcome Edwin Meese III to speak at a special event held at the Jepson Alumni Center. His topic, the role of law enforcement in today’s society, is one that he is well qualified to address. As the attorney general of the United States under President Reagan, Meese was responsible for tackling societal issues on the largest scale possible in this country. However, none were likely bigger than what he encountered while still working for the state of California.
I don’t have a Facebook.
America has been at war for most of its existence. Our predecessors fought wars all over the planet, and our generation is no different. Many of us are too young to remember the start of our ongoing involvement in the Middle East, but we’ve certainly grown up with it constantly playing in the background. I am too young to remember well an America at peace, but with Iraq “finished” and Afghanistan drawing to a close, that prospect appears to be returning. Or so it would seem.
Change is hard, right? Trying something new can be frightening. We often choose to stick with favorite activities, words and behaviors that feel safe simply out of familiarity. We, individually or culturally, are accustomed to such safety. These metaphorical safety nets often get labeled as “traditional” in contrast to unfamiliar practices or ideologies that get marked as “modern.”
Upfront, I'm not against Ring Dance existing or women making the choice to participate. I encourage those who feel that the evening means something to them to show up, if they can. They should be able to attend wearing whatever color dress, or even suit, they want. They should be able to choose who, if anyone, will walk them down the now infamous flight of stairs. (Yes, this is me throwing my hat in the ring after this weekend’s controversy with the new ceremony rules).
We all learned this rule in kindergarten: Don’t put your hands on other people without their permission. It seems that our administrators forgot this lesson Saturday night at Ring Dance when the deans and policemen crossed the line from strongly encouraging against to physically restraining escorts from walking down The Jefferson Hotel’s historic flight of stairs with junior women.
From Charlottesville to Stanford, sexual assault on college campuses has become nationwide news. Administrators, students and experts alike have weighed in on how to prevent sexual misconduct and how to increase safety on campus, particularly for college women. One suggestion that recently caught attention was to allow sororities to host parties.
With the start of a new year comes a renewed hope that perhaps this one will be a bit better for the world than the last. That statement holds especially true this go-around, as 2014 was definitely tough on the collective morale. It seemed like every day you came home from work or school to see that something horrible had happened while you were out. Misplaced commercial airliners, doomsday viruses and terrorist organizations named after Egyptian goddesses. You couldn’t have made this stuff up.
When I think about my time here at University of Richmond, I think about a whirlwind of incredible experiences: working as a barista, writing page after page of research papers until 4 a.m. and meeting the most amazing professors in the world. When I arrived at Richmond, I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do after I graduated. But as I got deeper into my computer science major, I had second thoughts. The more I reflected on all the opportunity and privilege I had that helped me get to where I was, the more I wanted to give back what had been given to me and make an impact.
We live in a time where controversy is contagious, and the media outlets seem to have an unlimited supply of social issues to throw our way. One of the biggest recurring themes in news headlines is the subject of marijuana and its proposed legalization in the United States.
Skipped class this morning? Not only does your professor know, University of Richmond might know, too.
The Golden Globes possesses something unique in comparison to all other awards shows, which is evident in not only the broadcast itself – which is every bit as light and fun as a good Hollywood party should be – but also in the wide breadth of selections that the Hollywood Foreign Press selects as the best in film and television from the previous year. Sure, some say these awards are pretty much pointless and only a precursor for the “real” awards. But I think those people are missing the point of what the show stands for. The awards serve a purpose of highlighting the incredibly diverse landscape of film and television as we march onward into the 21st century.
People always tell me that I have a lot of valid insight about travel, being “out” and life in general. I think they’re right. Like many LGBTQs, I know not to walk down road "A" because the one time I did as a drunk college student I was catcalled – but not the names that would reaffirm you look good in your new skinny jeans. The calls were more like derogatory gay slurs that can make you feel like those great jeans were a waste because the only label people see on you is “gay.”
Run down the back staircase of the library. Hide in the gym elevator. Fight back with pots and pans in the dining hall.
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.
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
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?