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...

**Trigger Warning: Extensive discussion on rape and sexual violence** There’s a popular terror instilled in the hearts of even the most audacious of men: that they’ll be falsely accused of rape. While...

I watched my first True/False film this past weekend. I wish I could tell you that it filled some hole in me. Instead, I fear I made it bigger. I squeezed into the last seat in the first row of The...

The future of art education at MU is sketchy at best. Last week, the College of Education suspended the undergraduate art education program. Students planning on pursuing this degree in the future will...

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...

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...

Just because mental disorders are becoming less stigmatized and more accepted as an actual disease in our society doesn’t mean it is easy to admit you have one. And just because you’ve revealed that...