The consequences of sex-gone-wrong have become an epidemic among college students in the United States.

I read with amazement the Guest Column by Penn BDS Conference organizers, BDS Explained. I could barely believe my eyes.

Art can and should be political.

When the government or another authority continually steps in as a virtuous purveyor of wisdom, it creates a culture that prevents personal responsibility.

Just a few months ago, I was complicit in On-Campus Recruiting. As suits traipse into interview rooms this week, I think it’s time to examine this tradition of competition through its history and recent critiques.

In an increasingly competitive landscape, students should arm themselves with as many languages as possible.

It’s no secret that flaunting sex appeal is a prerequisite for being a pop star. But there’s a fine line between owning your attractiveness and being eclipsed by it.

Luckily, my encounter on Saturday left me with minimal injury, but I learned one thing — that the Bystander Effect is very much alive.

Penn students are eager to integrate themselves into the community and ensure that things change for the better. But it’s time to also gather momentum in combating an issue of life and death.

Although I do not ever intend to be the national spokesperson for Abstinence America, I do not see anything wrong with the campus promoting this ideal as much as they do contraceptives at the Penn Women’s Center or the LGBT Center.

We are actually happier when we have limited options.

I may be a disillusioned music-purist who needs to face the music, but I see a troubling trend that is set to ruin an art form I revere greatly.

With every basement encounter, we fall further and further from engaging each other in a meaningful way. More often than not, you don’t even face your partner.

We don’t spend $50,000 a year over four years just to read textbooks and have our beliefs reinforced. We want to hear brilliant opinions and arguments from our professors.

With the recent closing of Fine Wine & Good Spirits on 41st and Market streets, our campus has reverted to its Prohibition-era existence.

In the U.S., race is a trick question. I don’t know what the solution is, but I do know that our current system isn’t working. If Hispanics hope to gain the political influence to correspond with their growing population, we need to be counted as something distinct.