COLUMN: Body images shouldn't come from a style tip
My winter coat situation isn’t much to write home about — it was picked up on sale during my dad’s biweekly Costco run along with a family-size box of Cheerios.
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My winter coat situation isn’t much to write home about — it was picked up on sale during my dad’s biweekly Costco run along with a family-size box of Cheerios.
I’m not much of a gambler, but I’d place a pretty steep bet on the costumes you’ll see at this weekend’s Halloween shindig: a few “Risky Business” characters, some white people appropriating the sugar skulls face paint and a whole lot of girls attempting Pinterest-friendly fruit.
Hide under your blanket scarves, stock up on pumpkin-spiced provisions and get ready, my little basic friends. Persecution is underway.
When you can be a spandexed '80s queen on a Tuesday, a flanneled ranch hand on a Thursday and a fringe-loving hippie on a Friday, you learn to come with a lot of costume changes.
In a normal game of Things Adults Always Ask, the questions generally stay the same:
High on liberalism, low in morale and overdosed on politics – you’re exhausted.
I’m not much of a sci-fi gal, but recently it’s been hard not to think the Earth is chewing us whole and mother-bird-spitting us straight into the apocalypse.
Even after three internships, numerous interviews, several networking events and a healthy employee discount, I have yet to lose my J.Crew blazer v-card.
After entering a party, there’s about a 10-minute window during which college girls’ inner social media star has a spiritual awakening.
It’s 7:50 a.m. here on Jordan Avenue, and the parade is about to start. There will be no marching band this morning, nor baton twirlers, nor suburban dads chauffeuring the family’s slow-moving convertible.
You first spotted her sipping a morning coffee or, excuse me, le cappuccino, which of course she captioned on Instagram, “Starbucks will never be the same.”
First impressions are weird. First dates, first classes, first meet-the-parents – we fret about what others will think. We wonder if our necklines are too low, if our hair is out of place or if we have lettuce in our teeth.
After receiving a $15 million donation from the Eskenazi family and a $20 million donation from IU, the Eskenazi Museum of Art will be closed to the public for renovations from May 2017 to the spring of 2020, according to a press release from the museum.
After receiving a $15 million donation from the Eskenazi family and a $20 million donation from IU, the Eskenazi Museum of Art will be closed to the public for renovations from May 2017 to the spring of 2020, according to a press release.
As the home of one the most prestigious music schools, IU also houses several a cappella groups, each vying for its own slice of the campus’ attention. But tonight, that attention will all swing toward Hooshir, a mixed Jewish choir that won a city-wide competition for the chance to perform alongside Vocalosity at 7:30 p.m. in the IU Auditorium.
Long after the homecoming parade’s candy was swept away and the Nebraska game stands were emptied, a hush fell over the crowd. Chris Botti, Grammy-winning trumpet player, stepped onto the IU Auditorium stage for his own homecoming: a concert for his alma mater.
In his senior year at IU, Sean Buehler finally found the key to hitting the books while hitting the bars. The answer to this classic college predicament lies in his newly founded series Science on Tap, which fills attendees’ minds with a bit of knowledge and their cups with a bit of beer.
Looking around her freshman engineering seminar, Nina Young found herself surrounded by a sea of men. Of the thousands of people enrolled in her major, she graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology as the only woman in the ocean engineering program.
Students’ regimented routes to class Wednesday afternoon took an interesting turn when the pathway before them transformed into a world of all things green.
From the steps of the Roman Pantheon temple, a group of tourists watched the most peculiar street performer, a young man doing the Carlton as the Foals hit “My Number” played from his back pocket.