On Thursday, April 24, an explosion occurred in Staples High School. A digital explosion of horrid proportions. Within an hour, Yik Yak had doubled, tripled, quadrupled in size.
I was on the later half...
Yik Yak posts can’t go over 200 characters. The ones responsible for the tears and outrage at Staples were far shorter than that, often less than fifteen words.
It turns out that sexism, homophobia,...
Between “Facebook stalking” potential roommates and following Instagram pages related to my future college I’ve found myself faced with a question that I have never before considered regarding the...
From a young age, we’re berated with speeches that drone on about what not to do when driving.
Don’t drink and drive.
Don’t drive recklessly.
Don’t drive distracted.
These rules float...
Be honest. You skipped past the Board of Ed coverage on page five.
Tell me you at least read the lede.
Seriously?
Come on, guys.
All right, so I’m biased. On the off chance that you tune...
There is no such thing as privacy when it comes to Snapchat.
The app that allows you to send 10-second selfies tracks your most commonly selected friends and displays it for your entire buddy list to...
I don’t think I am particularly oblivious.
I mean, I may have said Bo Bice was our vice president in a job interview. I once thought Lance Armstrong and Neil Armstrong were the same person. And nothing...
You’re never really sure what to wear during midterms and finals – is a sweatshirt AND a baseball cap overdoing it?! Your spent-all-night-studying look probably took more time than your actual studies.
You...
Dear Popular Culture,
I write this letter to you out of deep and earnest concern. What has happened to you? Are you ill? You must have caught a debilitating flu that clouds your judgement because, of...
These days, it’s not hard to find a digitally enhanced ad.
You know the ones I’m referring to. The 1000-pack abs, an infamous thigh gap , biceps that look bigger than a man’s head.
It’s no secret...
If you’ve ever turned your phone on after a few hours and found 200 unopened messages, you’re probably in a group chat.
Either that, or you’re extremely well liked (and if that’s the case- good...
College is like painting on a brand-spanking-new canvas.
Nobody knows you or what you did in the past, your high school status, or that you had a raging unibrow in sixth grade.
Paintbrush in hand, you...
Lets be honest, we’ve all done it.
That Wednesday when you know the flu is in full force. The virus has fully bloomed inside of you and you know that for your sake and everyone within 10 feet of...
