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Perhaps what’s more important than what people believe is how they came to form their beliefs.
When it comes to music, I think I got a late start.
The day following Secretary of State John Kerry’s aggressive speech on Syria, Ian Hurd, a political science professor at Northwestern University, wrote an op-ed for The New York Times with the headline “Bomb Syria, Even if It Is Illegal.”
The poverty in Los Angeles remains mostly invisible to the nearly 40 million tourists who visited the city last year.
So much of happiness hinges on our ability to find newness in the world. This summer, I traveled to four different cities, visited the Grand Canyon for the first time and nearly doubled my library by purchasing 47 books.
Ever since Viagra first made its mark on the sex scene, pharmaceutical companies have been in a hurry to manufacture a female equivalent. The motivation is not difficult to understand. Pfizer, the pharmaceutical corporation that manufactures Viagra, earned more than $2 billion in sales last year.
Tim Kreider wrote an op-ed on the “busy trap” for The New York Times that went viral last June. The busy trap, he writes, is a self-imposed trap, something to which Americans are especially privy: the cycle of accumulating countless, meaningless tasks to produce a sense of importance. Something Kreider implies, but doesn’t outright say, is that our lives have become a pile of to-do lists because there’s no other way we can feel like we’re leading meaningful lives.
There must come a time in every young adult’s life when he or she asks: What is the purpose of my education, and what will I do with the things that I’ve learned?
If usual proponents of the printed press are anything like me, they don’t have any real reasons for protesting e-readers. Like me, they appear generally skeptical of the role technology plays in our contemporary lives. They are also attached to the physicality of print books the smells, textures and weights that physical books bring to the reading experience.
Every Monday, I sit without fail at the same seat in the same coffee shop. Muffled conversations about people I’ve never met and things that have never happened to me run on repeat. Familiar baristas blend iced drinks and take orders with studied efficiency. The music selection is good and I order a new black coffee almost every three hours. I go early in the morning if I can.
Everyone loves to joke about a college student’s diet: We buy the chicken-flavored Top Ramen or the $5 Hot-N-Ready Little Caesar’s pizzas as badges of the poor college life. But given that that package of noodles contains nearly 66 percent of one’s daily sodium intake and a slice of pepperoni pizza contains 280 calories, 100 of which are from fat, a college diet certainly doesn’t seem very nutritious.
“Why do you have such a problem calling yourself a feminist?” a good friend asked me last week. “Why do a lot of young women have that problem?”
A few weeks ago, I watched a documentary on Herbert Marcuse, a philosopher and former professor at the University of California, San Diego. The documentary was about him, but it was his students I noticed.
For as long as I’ve been a student, I’ve been put into groups of four.
Defending something as ubiquitous as the right to life seems righteous, but until conservative pro-lifers are prepared to support policies that enhance the quality of life beyond the moment of conception, they might want to honor life somewhere else.
Somewhere along the line, “faith” became a dirty word. Even worse than talking about faith is having it. I don’t identify with any religion, but I can’t seem to talk about faith earnestly without getting funny looks.
I was a mess the first time I spoke up in my English class last week.
I understood firsthand what a book could do when I read "The Joy Luck Club" by Amy Tan.
Massive open online courses will “pop the tuition bubble.”
Social media has reinvented the grammar snob.
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