Use of the 'r-word' ignorant, unnecessary
A boy living on my floor freshman year laughed as his friend called him “retarded” for missing the point to his joke.
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A boy living on my floor freshman year laughed as his friend called him “retarded” for missing the point to his joke.
Let’s play a game. Name all the late night TV comedians you can think of in a minute. How many were women? Just one: Samantha Bee (if she even came to mind at all).
How can our local leaders directly help those they govern? This is a question that I have heard time and time again from students in District 8.
For many people, besides perhaps Ebenezer Scrooge and the Grinch, the holidays are the most heavily anticipated time of the year. There have been at least 5 million songs composed about it, in fact. The snow flurries through the air, Christmas cards come in the mail from people you hardly know, matching family snowflake pajamas are donned: The holidays really are the most wonderful time of the year.
So I have some bad news for you: in your life there will always be people that frustrate you. This rude awakening came to me a few weeks ago when I decided that I wanted to start a coat collection for the homeless on State Street and someone on my floor stole the collection bin and everything in it that had been donated.
Every so often, I hear someone joke that if you compliment a woman on her dress, there’s a 95 percent chance she will respond, “Thanks, it has pockets!”
Ah, yes. Temperatures are dropping, turkeys are gobbling in the distance and the smell of pumpkin pie lifts the spirits. Thanksgiving has become an iconic American holiday, ingrained into the modern way of life since the days of the hand-shaped paper turkey crafts made in kindergarten.
6:36 PM. Some of the first polls on the east coast have closed. The anticipation of the Blue Wave is high tonight. Days, weeks, and months have been dedicated to getting out the vote, and it all comes down to this chilly November Tuesday. Whether it be Joe Biden rallying on campus or Beto O’Rourke travelling to every Texas county, voters have been mobilizing across the nation. Now, it’s the moment of truth. Feeling: The hype is real.
I will never forget the moment Trump was elected. The disbelief permeated through red and blue districts alike. The fear was palpable in soup kitchens, synagogues and mosques.
Voting should be easier. This is a commonly held belief, yet there isn’t a consensus as to how to amend the problem.
Is my voice heard?
Last week, I watched in awe as Derrick Rose dropped a career-high 50 points against the defensively-minded Utah Jazz. His quick changes of direction, and gymnastic body contortion reminded me, along with basketball fans everywhere, of the old DRose. The youngest MVP in NBA history back in 2011, Rose faced tremendous adversity in the subsequent years, undergoing three significant knee surgeries that saw his status in the league plummet from the face of the Bulls’ franchise to an oft-injured journeyman now playing for the Minnesota Timberwolves.
Cecil Rosenthal, a victim in the Tree of Life Synagogue shooting, was a member of the organization Best Buddies. Best Buddies matches adults with disabilities with college students and hosts events to help facilitate the friendship between them. Cecil brought his buddy, David, to services and prided himself on being the member of the congregation who had the job of carrying the Torah.
It is ironic that people on this campus are upset over a mock apartheid wall yet are not upset over the fact that it represents the actual apartheid wall in Israel that blatantly denies Palestinians the right to return to their homelands and restricts their movement through the oppressive body that Israel is and always has been.
In a recent Badger Herald opinion piece, a UW student criticized The Associated Students of Madison’s advisory role in the University, arguing that it does not have legitimate power because of a lack of direct enforcement capabilities. This argument promotes a fundamental misunderstanding of both the purpose and the structure of ASM. In Wisconsin, student power is uniquely protected by state law: “Students have the primary responsibility for advising the chancellor regarding the formulation and review of policies concerning student life, services, and interests” (Wisconsin State Statute 36.09(5)). Our purpose is not and should not be to make policy, but rather to advocate for student interests, advise the University on policies concerning students, and support student involvement across campus.
This summer I read Yossi Klein Halevi’s book, Letters to My Palestinian Neighbor. Each chapter is a letter directly addressed to his Palestinian neighbors, who live in the West Bank adjacent to his hometown in Jerusalem. His work is meant to show how the conflict appears through the eyes of an Israeli. He wrangles with the complex strands of faith, pride and politics that underpin the rift between Israelis and Palestinians.
Among the laundry list of millennial hallmarks I can't stand lies the phrase "entitlement," closely followed by Tinder and veganized pastries.
Both my parents immigrated to the United States for the opportunity to live lives with better opportunities, not just for themselves but for their families as well. As a proud daughter of immigrants, I can confidently say that’s what most immigrants want. They want to provide for their families and oftentimes that means picking up their lives from their home countries and moving to another.
There is little glamour to the governorship of a state — at least here in the Midwest. Many people see the position of governor as someone who appears on TV every once in a while to unveil grandiose plans that never seem to happen, or as someone who provides leadership only in times of trouble, such as during natural disasters.
Hundreds of miles from Madison, in the nation’s capital, a small group of rich white men is once again threatening our most basic human rights.