COLUMN: Snapchat and globalization
Everyone snapchats. I snapchat. You snapchat. He/she/it snapchats. There is no denying this popular app is a fun way to keep in touch with friends, entertain ourselves and send goofy selfies on the way to class.
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Everyone snapchats. I snapchat. You snapchat. He/she/it snapchats. There is no denying this popular app is a fun way to keep in touch with friends, entertain ourselves and send goofy selfies on the way to class.
Ah, the Dad Bod. This new phenomenon has graced the Internet almost as swiftly as that extra chub has graced the bellies of the men sporting this apparently new body type.
Tomorrow, the IU Class of 2015 is graduating. Right now, I look around my ?living room and find my roommates goofing off in their caps and gowns, making clever Harry Potter jokes and contemplating how best to decorate their caps.
Everything in this world is ending, and nothing is infinite. This will probably be the most depressing column I will ever write, but it will also be one of the most necessary. It’s one of those, “I need to get this out of my system or I’ll explode” kind of deals. You know how that goes.
Rule No. 1 is that you gotta have fun.
Most weekends my friends are down to go out to the bars. A quick message to the group chat, and everyone is on board. Before we know it, we’re making our way to Kirkwood and sporting a new top and favorite shade ?of lipstick.
Oftentimes, people ask my about the small mark on the right side of my bottom lip.
Some women prefer to wear makeup every day, others may choose to go au naturel and some fall slightly in between. Some women will spend $35 on MAC foundation, while others opt for cheaper drug store brands.
Last week, my professor prompted a class discussion about the means by which millennials choose to absorb their news. It led to further debates about whether our news should be free and what it means to be a professional journalist.
It’s sweet, it’s cheap and it comes in a transportable, easy-to-carry cardboard box. Yes, I’m talking about the beloved boxed wine.
A friend of mine was working at the Starbucks on Indiana Avenue last Friday afternoon when a patron entered the store, purchased a $100 gift card and told the staff to pay for everyone’s coffee with it.
If you don’t drink coffee, I don’t understand you. Coffee is not just a hot, caffeinated beverage that soothes the soul, it is an elixir of survival for college students, overworked employees and probably even Beyoncé.
It’s convenient, it’s quick and it’s increasingly popular among college students. It’s a mobile payment app called Venmo.
Last week, one of my managing editors told me I should write about something happy for a change. I must admit that writing about my qualms with social injustices or complex world issues can be ?cumbersome.
Anytime I hear news relating to Syria, I brace myself and attempt not to cringe. They are always reports of devastation, violence, displaced refugees and a failed foreign policy. Almost 200,000 Syrian people have been killed since conflict erupted in 2011, and more than 9 million people have been forced from their homes.
A fair number of my friends have recently decided to get new dogs. Though these six-week-old purebred pups are beautiful, rambunctious and irresistible, I wonder why my friends opted to purchase, rather than adopt, a new companion.
Many college women my age are on the pill. Each day, we take birth control in the form of a tiny little blue or green tablet to ease our bodies of back pain, menstrual cramps and, most importantly, for contraception.
The naked body — particularly the naked female body — has carried a stigma with it since the first printing press printed the Bible. In our culture, covering our bodies is the norm.
I am convinced that Kilroy’s on Kirkwood is a cult. Now hear me out before you stop reading. I am not here to give any Bloomington bars a bad reputation, by any means.
As undergraduate students, we live in Bloomington for only a short time.