So, 2015 has proven to be a big year for women in sports. But it could have been bigger.
Crushing on Columbine: Mental Illness and the Cult of Rampage Killers
With word of mass killing sprees all over the world, I can’t help but feel like nowhere is safe—not even my own university.
Ban All Barbers!
I hate the man bun. This atrocity of the 21st century should be banned and its wearers forced to cut it off in a grand ceremony on Parliament Hill.
Studying Abroad Might Cause Students to See the World Through Rose-Coloured Glasses
While studying abroad might be a positive experience for a majority of university students, I believe there is a blatant lack of education concerning the disadvantaged and underprivileged on an international scale.
Why Do We Attribute More Meaning to Events with the Most Coverage?
There was a man with arms outstretched, blindfolded, posed almost motionless against the brick of the Simons building. He stood still in the cold; next to him was a quickly written sign that read “Je suis Musulman. Si vous me faites confiance, faites-moi un calin.”
Ask anyone in Montreal—they’ll have a story of a memorable landlord. From showing up unannounced, to asking for illegal security deposits, to clogging tenant toilets and raising hell over missed rent, landlords are the rulers of our domestic domains, and we, as renters, are subject to their will.
The Superior Court of Québec just struck down using article 500.1 to break up protests, on the basis of its unconstitutionality.
What’s Real When Social is Digital?
“I had the ‘dream life,’” Essena O’Neill says to her viewers with tearful eyes.
Healing with Suicidal Ideation
I didn’t have plans to kill myself when I walked into Concordia Health Services three weeks ago—but I was having difficulty coping with being alive.
Dog Food is Just Unfair
Imagine a sizzling, perfectly peppered piece of filet mignon—now top that off with some sautéed mushrooms and gravy. Mmm, an exciting prospect for a meat-loving omnivore.
I Got Drunk at Larondeen
Going to La Ronde is as Quebecois as tourtière, and although most of us have fond memories of the place, trust that you’re better off leaving it in the past.