One of the biggest changes I experienced during my move from high school to college almost two years ago is that not one person on a college campus expects you to look nice for class. All we ask here is...

There’s something visceral about a concert. There’s something about the community of an audience and the vibe of live music that is unmatched throughout all other forms of entertainment. It’s one...

Black History Month. Gaines-Oldham Black Culture Center. Affirmative action. What do all of the above have in common? There’s the celebration of a culture, the tacit memoir of a history of a people,...

The other night as I was flipping through the channels on the television, I came across a story on income inequality by Bill O’Reilly of _The O’Reilly Factor_. [Having written a past column on minimum...

Black History Month, as I have [stated in a previous column](https://www.themaneater.com/stories/2014/1/31/black-history-month-still-necessary/), is a time to remember the trials and tribulations of blacks...

Earlier this month, eight couples, along with the American Civil Liberties Union, filed a lawsuit against the state of Missouri. They claim the state’s constitutional ban on same-sex marriage is discriminatory,...

To my dearest burrito: I remember the first time we met. It was a late Saturday morning. My boyfriend and I were venturing downtown for brunch. I was hungry and needed something more substantial than...

The Academy Awards are upon us, and that means it’s a great time to examine what 2013 looked like for women in film. There’s a great measuring tool feminists use to see if a film is up to snuff: the...

I wish I were writing to you while running. That’s the only way this can really work. There’s just no simulating the euphoria that surges through your body in the moment when you realize you can do...

I came out in the woods, but really it was in a whisper. It was dark, and I sat on a bridge surrounded by my closest friends. My voice shook when I told them, and when I was done, I was engulfed in a...

Music is not subjective. That phrase, those four words, have caused me so much trouble over the course of my music analysis conversations. For making this claim, I’ve been called a hater, an idiot...

I was out driving late one night last semester when I wrecked into a memory. I was the only car in sight on College Avenue that fall night, so nobody had to see this but me. I pulled up to the light...