If you know me, you must know my love of the show Bridgerton, so trust me when I say that I had my calendar blocked off for the release of the show’s fourth season.
Posts published in “Opinion”
I once again have the chance to write a For Math’s Sake column in the Valentine’s Day issue, which is a good opportunity to showcase the connections mathematics has with love and relationships, or share about how cultivating love for an at-times challenging and painfully frustrating subject can help in other areas of life.
Only a few weeks ago, the Stevens population returned for the spring semester. While most came back this semester to continue in their given program, many freshmen— myself included—came back to start a new program as in the past month, we switched our majors.
Winter in college hits differently. The days are shorter, the weather is colder, and suddenly even the idea of leaving your dorm feels exhausting.
For someone who is quite vocal about their aversion to writing, I have written a lot more than I could have ever dreamed.
The Hour of the Star by Clarice Lispector is a short novella following our narrator, Rodrigo, as he tries to tell a story about a poor woman named Macabea.
My lunch is never warm by the time I eat it.
By noon, it has absorbed the rhythm of the commute: the shaking of the train, the rush of staircases, the pressure of moving with purpose.
Chanel and Dior have finally shown their couture shows, and I have mixed feelings about the houses.
I have fought tooth and nail defending Matthieu Blazy since he started his time at Chanel because it felt like the old Chanel clientele, that were very commercially driven by Virginie Viard, which was not clicking with the minimalism that Blazy was infusing into his pieces.
World War II and the Holocaust stand among the darkest times in human history, and portraying them in film is extremely difficult while ensuring sensitivity and historical accuracy.
The Victorian Language of Flowers was used for decades to relay feelings that people had a hard time expressing or were too embarrassed to share.