Editorial | Impoverished at Penn, part two: reconsidering culture
We’ve been less willing to look critically at aspects of Penn culture that create these social divisions and discuss actions we can all take to promote discussion about money at Penn.
We’ve been less willing to look critically at aspects of Penn culture that create these social divisions and discuss actions we can all take to promote discussion about money at Penn.
Consumer products are beginning to improve our lives while keeping in mind natural necessities.
One of my idealized markers of maturity is the ability to give meaningful, interesting presents to people I love. Right now, I’m not really there.
In some ways, being at the bottom of the pole is a blessing. You can ask a million stupid questions and mess up, but it’s OK. The worst you’ll get is, “Silly freshman.”
Consumer products are beginning to improve our lives while keeping in mind natural necessities.
One of my idealized markers of maturity is the ability to give meaningful, interesting presents to people I love. Right now, I’m not really there.
Throughout the last four months, I have been fed, driven, housed, paid for and taken care of by the people of Israel, lending real meaning to the idea of people who “would give you the shirt off their back.”
In other words, through our viewership — which is a market signal — and the revenue it generates, we drive and make possible these wonderful acts of charity.
The alternative to publishing Clarissa’s column would have been to reject her application because her views strayed too far from the norm on campus.
As we go through college, we seem to lose these moments of intense learning fueled by our curiosity, with no career strings attached.
When we lie about our numbers, we simply reinforce those tired gender stereotypes and the problematic binary that establishes women as either promiscuous or prudish.
But I’ve been fed too many movies and stories where couples say to each other, “I can’t live without you,” or “I’d die without you.”
When any empathetic person views the perpetual fear of living in the West Bank — or Intifada Israel, for that matter — pure outrage is difficult to suppress.
The absence of understanding is not just misinformation, but with delicate foreign relations issues, often trepidation or hate.
Many of the flaws we millennials are accused of — from being perpetually rude to being lost on the romantic front — might be helped with a spoonful of etiquette to serve as our guide.
I don’t know how else to say this: Many of O’Conor’s “facts” don’t exist.
While we may oftentimes be oblivious to how our existence on this land is predicated on the ethnic cleansing of indigenous peoples, we should not be blind to the fact that the same process is happening now.
I joined a Buddhist ashram in India, worshipped with Jews in Jerusalem and devoured agnostic and atheistic literature. Like the prodigal son, however, I always returned home to church.