The gray area
I lay in bed, curled up with my knees almost brushing my chin, mindlessly scrolling Instagram, when I came across a trending phrase: "My girl's going to ASU".
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I lay in bed, curled up with my knees almost brushing my chin, mindlessly scrolling Instagram, when I came across a trending phrase: "My girl's going to ASU".
Content warning: This story contains subject matter that may be disturbing or upsetting to some readers, including eating disorders. Please proceed with caution.
The MECHA room, located in the basement of the Memorial Union, has been locked for over a year.
Every morning, it was the same routine. Rose Jacket's grandparents awoke before the sunrise to prepare ingredients to make dough for fried bread, and mince various vegetables for mutton sandwiches and stews to sell. Jacket and her younger brother often assisted them in these preparations before heading off to school. As they loaded the car, pots clanged and clattered as they started their hours-long drive to the reservation.
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Picture this: You are walking down the street. There are no deep voices, no swarms of dark suits bunching together. The smell of suffocating cologne doesn't waft through the air. There are no aggressive commuters pushing their way through the busy crowd.
Isabela Heredia remembers growing up with her grandmother's constant Princess House deliveries. Weekly shipments would arrive at her family's front door, although their house already had far more silverware than they needed. Even in her childhood, Heredia knew there was no way her grandmother's large tableware collection was unnecessary.
We've all been there. It's family movie night and everyone is curled up on the couch. After finally deciding what to watch, you all quiet down and hit play. For a while, there's not much going on — but you begin to sense some tension between two characters on screen, and start to pray that nothing comes of it.
In Muslim communities across the West, the concept of the "haram police" has become a phenomenon. They are considered to be the men or older aunties in your local Muslim community who nitpick younger Muslim women. For example, if you don't wear a hijab, you will be shamed for this choice. But if you do wear a hijab, they will tell you that you aren’t wearing it properly. If you aren't fasting for Ramadan, they will ask questions and make sure you feel guilty to the fullest extent.
I learned at a young age that my body type was different.
When Charli XCX released her critically acclaimed album "brat" last year, the record became more than a collection of songs — it was a lifestyle for a whole summer.
I’ve always had acne.
The Girl Scouts and a group of local satanists walk into a room... with a 6-foot-tall vagina sculpture.
She is a full-time homemaker. With the ability to bake a fresh loaf of sourdough from scratch, a baby in arm, she effortlessly balances the abundance of duties that come with raising her many children, keeping the house in order and tending to the needs of her bread-winning husband.
You walk into your first day of sixth-grade health class. The teacher introduces herself and explains that the first chapter of the class will cover sex education. Laughter and embarrassed sighs run through the room. Some students could write a book on everything their parents taught them about sex. For others, this topic is unfamiliar and intimidating.
"You don't look like you're from around here."
Vogue asked if having a boyfriend is embarrassing now, creating conversations about whether having a boyfriend is truly mortifying or if there is nothing wrong with it. In today's day and age, with the norm of situationships, hookup culture and digital dating, Gen Z is feeling a shift in relationships.
The room is quiet and still. The lights dim, casting shadows that dance among the easels. A model steps into the center, letting his robe fall away. Dean Reynolds, a professor at the School of Art, adjusts the stage lights, bathing the model’s body in a soft glow.
Tucked into a corner of Hayden Library sits a collection of tiny, unassuming booklets.
In compliance with the latest federal ordinances, this article of the State Press Magazine will now be prefaced with a pledge of allegiance to our glorious Dictator President:
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