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ASU students, employees and Tempe residents gathered Sunday to discuss how to encourage the University to take action against groups like the National Youth Front on campus.
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The United States' favorite Canadian hearthrob (no, not Justin Beiber) and former "Degrassi" star Drake is back — but if you're just now reading about this, it's probably too late. While we were all sleeping, Drake pulled a Queen Bey and dropped a surprise 17-track album mixtape. The world rejoiced for the return of Champagne Papi. After releasing some songs in late 2014, Drake dropped "If You're Reading This It's Too Late" rather than his rumored and highly anticipated album "Views from the 6."
For the first time in its 11-year run, Animal Planet split the Puppy Bowl's canine participants into two teams and put them head-to-head leading to a thrilling conclusion.
The celebration for arguably the biggest sporting event of the year — the Super Bowl — has kicked off in Phoenix and it's surrounded by events that have turned downtown Phoenix into a slow-moving, backed-up zoo.
We all have our favorite seasons. Me? My favorite season is Girl Scout Cookie season. OK — maybe it isn't recognized on the Gregorian calendar, and we don't learn about it during our elementary school days, but I swear it exists. It's the time of year right between winter and spring, where it's not quite cold anymore, but we aren't yet battling the blanket of heat that covers Phoenix for a solid eight months. More importantly, it's when troops of Girl Scouts occupy campus to sell their addictive cookies for a sweet two-for-$5 deal*.
When school work gets me down and there seems to be no light at the end of the scholastic tunnel, there's nothing I enjoy more than Yelp-ing new pastry locations in the Valley. Here's three standout locations that guarantee a sugar high strong enough to give you the willpower to keep on keeping on.
Thirty years ago at the Flint Center for Performing Arts in Cupertino, California Steve Jobs unveiled the original Macintosh — a revolutionary personal computer that now sits as the plebian of the Apple empire. In what could be interpreted as a fit of symbolic sentimentality, Apple CEO Tim Cook and his colleagues returned to the center on Sept. 9, 2014, to reveal the latest cutting edge installments to the Apple family and smartphone market: the iPhones 6 and 6 Plus.
Thanks in part to nudity, the calendar crew and fantastically fit Warwick Rowers will be stripping down — for a good cause — again next year. As of last week, they've kicked off their 2015 crowd funding operation, releasing a video hot enough to make you want to throw your entire life savings into their cause. [embed width="600" contenteditable="false"]http://vimeo.com/101584043[/embed]Popular not for their rowing skills (although they may be talented; it's unclear on their website) this team is known for their "Naked Rowers" calendar: a stripped-down charity project designed to raise funds for Sport Allies, an organization whose aim is to battle homophobia and promote inclusion through sport. This all sounds great, fantastic even, but I'm not quite sold. How does a calendar of naked rowers, sometimes covered in paint or spraying each other with a fire hose, help battle homophobia? More importantly, do the people who are buying this calendar even care about inclusion? While I want to be convinced that the people who purchase these calendars or videos ("Brokeback Boathouse" is a popular one) want to challenge homophobia, the sad truth is that the only reason these calendars are selling is because there are fit, naked men being pretty bizarre on 12 pages of semi-gloss paper. Even so, there's nothing wrong with that. If someone who might be bigoted wants to purchase a calendar that supports a cause they're against strictly because it's covered in attractive men — go crazy; the joke's on them, and the money won't be turned away.The real problem I have with this calendar operation is engrained in the foundation: to challenge homophobia and support inclusion. Buying into the ideas of what is attractive to our society and selling it as charity is a severe misstep and a disgrace. A bunch of guys straddling each other and goofing around "sexily" might challenge society's view of masculinity, but it's not doing much to challenge homophobia. Further still, these men are all chiseled, largely straight cisgendered athletes. The message they're trying to send isn't be received. The whole calendar could easily be mistaken as some kind of incredibly risqué Abercrombie campaign. It's a project that doesn't do much to recognize what should be celebrated about the gay community: differences and individuality. Everything about the project is atypical, cheesy and covered in baby oil. If you're going to start a charity project, it's probably best to raise money for something you understand rather then generalizing the idea of male-on-male action and ending up with some kind of hodgepodge of sexual tension, tan lines and muscular backs. There's more to the gay community than what this calendar of straight males is portraying, and it is absent from every page of the product they're selling. [caption caption="via Warwick Rowers twitter (@naked_rowers)" align="aligncenter" id="attachment_144816" width="600"][/caption] While I cannot deny that these men are not a feast for the eyes, I can say that sex sells – but I'm not buying. Reach the columnist at mjrodr11@asu.edu or follow her on Twitter @mikayrodrEditor’s note: The opinions presented in this column are the author’s and do not imply any endorsement from The State Press or its editors.Want to join the conversation? Send an email to opiniondesk.statepress@gmail.com. Keep letters under 300 words and be sure to include your university affiliation. Anonymity will not be granted.
Since joining Twitter in August 2011, I've watched the rise and fall of trending topics, watched blue checks spring up beside names, seen the rise of parody accounts, quote accounts and accounts that are strictly based on the newly trendy concept of Tumblr girl sadness.
Last week, it was announced that two popular childhood favorites would be returning: "Reading Rainbow" and "The Magic School Bus." This week, "Girl Meets World," the sequel series to the popular show "Boy Meets World," is premiering on the Disney Channel. Nostalgia is a hell of a drug. And, apparently, the favorite pastime of millennial generation, who just can’t seem to relinquish our grips of the greatness of the 1990s. While we might not be very attached to much else, we’re obsessed with our past. But it’s not hard to see why. For us, the '90s were childhood and everything was simple. Technology was really starting to pick up, but cellphones were the size of bricks and weren’t used for games. Saturday morning were a time for cartoons, and there was always time to watch a Disney Channel Original Movie. It’s bittersweet to reflect, but I’m not interested in repeating the past. I guess this is the point where I should explain that I never actually lived it, though. I’ve never seen an episode of "Boy Meets World," I couldn’t tell you what a Good burger even is or why orange soda is substantial. The essential building blocks of a '90s baby, which include Britney Spears and the Backstreet Boys, are completely absent from my past. All of my favorite shows and life knowledge stemmed from after-school PBS and dial-up Internet. (I’m looking at you, "Liberty’s Kids.") Still, I find our generation focusing solely on the past, wanting the younger generations to re-live what we experienced through attempts to fabricate what we had. While I can’t get onboard with shows like “Dog with a Blog” or “Ant Farm,” I also didn’t get an iPhone for my 10th birthday. What I’m trying to say, in my own roundabout way, is that times have changed, and there’s no way these shows will be as appreciated by a generation of children who know about Snapchat or Instagram and can boast an unlimited data plan. Forcing these old recycled ideas upon them is not the way to cope with our loss, and the children shouldn’t be standing for it, either. There’s no reason that we should be celebrating a "Godzilla" remake, another version of "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" or a fifth iteration of Spider-man. The younger generation is capable and deserving of so much more. They are equipped with the tools to bring groundbreaking creative endeavors to life, if we let them. Crafting new versions of old, stale concepts is an insult to not only the young minds of today, but the television shows that we’ve connected to in our past. It’s time for us to demand new ideas rather than clinging to those of our past. A new generation calls for new ideas. Besides, if the urge to binge-watch your favorite childhood show ever arises, there’s always our constantly stream-able friend, Netflix. There’s no denying the '90s were great, but I’m not interested in repeating the past.Reach the columnist at mjrodr11@asu.edu or follow her on Twitter @mikayrodrEditor’s note: The opinions presented in this column are the author’s and do not imply any endorsement from The State Press or its editors.Want to join the conversation? Send an email to opiniondesk.statepress@gmail.com. Keep letters under 300 words and be sure to include your university affiliation. Anonymity will not be granted.
June 12 marks the kickoff of the 2014 World Cup. The tournament, put on by the Fédération Internationale de Football Association, or FIFA as it's more commonly known, is put on once every four years and is the largest and most important event for the soccer community. As a soccer enthusiast and Nazionale italiana di calico fan, I can't lie and say I'm not excited about the whole ordeal. What I can say is that FIFA is a money-starved organization that exploits the poor while romanticizing their dire situations.This year, the tournament will take place in Brazil, a nation battling economic crisis, poverty and corruption. But to the world, it's just another exotic location, thanks in part to FIFA and Beats by Dre, who have collaborated to release an absurdly pseudo-religious commercial commemorating the Cup (and the Beats headphones.) Outraged by the frivolous spending and unrepresentative publicity, many in Brazil have protested the event. Meanwhile, ignoring the problems and protests, the rest of the world descends upon Brazil, ready for a month long soccer-fueled vacation.To soccer fans, the World Cup is meant to be a celebration honoring the love of soccer and the connection it provides between various classes, races and ethnicities across the globe. For FIFA, it's a four-year fundraiser fueled by scandal and corruption that caps off with a billion dollar tournament of champions. It's hardly fair that an organization claiming to foster the passion people feel for the game of soccer is charging more than $150 for an "official match ball." Meanwhile, a successful portrayal for the love of the game has been achieved through a humbling video brought forward by the New York Times' opinion desk. The short clip, set in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, aims to tell the story of an African soccer ball. Unlike the mass-produced, factory-made Adidas "brazuca" ball, the African ball is much simpler, and far more DIY. While the familiar geometric pattern is prevalent, the material itself comes from scraps found around town. Even so, the ball gets the job done, and everyone young and old can enjoy the game.Through its video game franchise, custom jerseys, high-priced tickets, exotic locations and sponsored products, FIFA has painted the game as an enjoyable pastime for the elite rather than the world's most beloved game. Soccer is a simple sport with universal rules and standards that bring together people from all walks of life to play a game they can enjoy without judgement or repercussion. In order for it to once again be celebrated unbiasedly, it is time to ditch FIFA and start fresh, without the billion-dollar industry pressuring the community into evolving into something it's not — a sport reserved for the elite. Reach the columnist at mjrodr11@asu.edu or follow her on Twitter @mikayrodrEditor’s note: The opinions presented in this column are the author’s and do not imply any endorsement from The State Press or its editors.Want to join the conversation? Send an email to opiniondesk.statepress@gmail.com. Keep letters under 300 words and be sure to include your university affiliation. Anonymity will not be granted.
Last week, a study was released indicating that more Hispanics had identified their race as white in the 2010 census than during the last taken in 2000.
French labor unions and corporate representatives have unanimously come to an agreement that after a certain point every night, more than 250,000 employees would have an obligation to abstain from any workplace communications.
This week, American Eagle Outfitters unveiled its plans for a dog clothing line, cleverly titled "American Beagle Outfitters." The line is focused around matching outfits for dogs and their owners.
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