Just about two weeks ago, going thirty miles an hour on Interstate Route 81 South, I jumped out of a car. Before you close your browser tab and cost us some precious website traffic, I implore you not to match my level of impulsivity. I know it sounds insane, especially as an opener to a collegiate blog. And that’s partly because it is—pigs are pink, and jumping out of moving vehicles is bonkers. While I claim mental sanity and ensure the action wasn’t an intentional way of h

Dear readers, what was your vision of college? Did you think you will make a lot of great friends, or meet your extraordinary life long partner? Or that maybe you wouldn’t care about either of those because you’d be so very locked in on your education? If that’s the case, props to you. I, however, figured I would be so amazing that I would attract all the cool people within a 5-mile radius simply with my aura alone.  Unfortunately, that was not my reality. I thought that maki

Straight men being obsessed with “crazy women,” is, quite frankly, an epidemic. What they consider “crazy” for women is not the same problematic behavior that would be considered crazy for men. It’s always just “I love b**ches on Zoloft,” a weird obsession with mental illness in women (we won’t even dive into the harmful implication of men calling women “b**ches,” but we all know it’s there). There’s a fixation on the idea of a woman needing them for her fulfillment; it’s a f