In writing workshops, I don’t expect perfection, but I do expect to be able to tolerate reading the majority of the stories. In the writing, literature,...
Cynthia Erivo rises on the screen to deliver her final, triumphant high note in “Defying Gravity.” My roommates and I are holding hands, squeezing tight.
As we enter the holiday season, annual festivities like baking cookies with loved ones and filling the house with decorative knick-knacks are in full...
By Tess Gleason, Beacon Contributor
/ November 19, 2024
In this harmful social media age of parasocial relationships and performative influencers, I try my best not to get attached to celebrities. However,...
I was recently on Boston public transportation wearing a “Twin Peaks” T-shirt when a middle-aged man approached me. His forwardness was a bit jarring,...
By Merritt Hughes, Dept. Campus Editor
/ November 7, 2024
My friend woke me up Wednesday at 5:45 a.m. I knew from her face that Kamala Harris lost the election before I could even check my phone for the time,...
If I saw JD Vance on the street, I wouldn’t cower. I wouldn’t avert my eyes, and I certainly wouldn’t step out of his way. But rest assured, I am afraid of Vance.
I grew up loving One Direction. My childhood best friend and I danced around her room listening to “Midnight Memories” on her Disney Princess CD player.
Faculty teach—and even implore—students to think critically and to avoid sweeping claims that are unwarranted, based on premature information, or rooted in personal animus.
A big weapon they’re depending upon is shame. They want to make dissidents feel ashamed. At universities around the country, administrators want us to feel guilt
