The voice of Gen Z:“Veni, vidi, vici,” I came, I saw, I conquered

Photo from Patrick Nunn, Wikimedia Cindy Huang; Beijing, China— Gen Z, composed of a group of the world’s youngest little giants, makes up over a third of Earth’s population. Exposed to rapidly evolving modern civilizations, they face the toughest challenges as ancient architecture collapses and a demand for evolution threatens them. Clashing cultures, raging socialContinue reading “The voice of Gen Z:“Veni, vidi, vici,” I came, I saw, I conquered”

My ceiling fan at 2:53 a.m.

Camila Trimberger; Sheboygan, WI— My ceiling fan shakes to the rhythm of a clock  counting down the dog days of summer. I can hear MTV’s “Ridiculousness” playing on the TV in the next room. My eyes are heavy and my mouth is dry. I cannot help but lie on my stomach and wait for theContinue reading “My ceiling fan at 2:53 a.m.”

Coronavirus has shattered the image of American exceptionalism, and it’s about time

Photo from the public domain. Lily Nevo; Bryn Mawr, PA— Optimism during a time of relentless crisis is a mere band-aid over a gash. It would be useless and, quite frankly, dishonest of me to spend my time spewing inspirational one-liners about how we will emerge from this pandemic stronger than ever. Ironically, what doesContinue reading “Coronavirus has shattered the image of American exceptionalism, and it’s about time”

Alex Morse and the Democratic Party’s queer double standard

Drawing by Gigi Silla. Gigi Silla; Washington, DC— I’ve never been one for politics. Sure, I hate Trump and stan Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez as much as the next Washingtonian teen, but I’ve never obsessed over primaries and Senate seats the way some of my peers do. So even I was surprised when I signed up toContinue reading “Alex Morse and the Democratic Party’s queer double standard”

Seven poems for the time

Photo from Pexels. Elizabeth Derner; Washington MO— As protests, politics and the pandemic continually transform 2020, current and future poetry is sure to give voice to it all. While this critical moment unfolds, poems from a range of time periods can also converse with the current racism, tension and pain. Poetry has been a tremendousContinue reading “Seven poems for the time”

Would Recommend: August

Gigi Silla; Washington, DC— Welcome to “Would Recommend,” the new and improved version of “Gigi’s Corner: A Column,” the column in which I write about things that spark joy in my life and then rate them on a 10 point scale. Sort of like if Marie Kondo wrote Yelp reviews. There are plenty of thingsContinue reading “Would Recommend: August”

“Excuse Me Miss”- Street harassment and cat calling

Braiden Wade— Introduction A woman pulls up to the gas station, gets out of the car, and starts pumping her gas. The woman, trying her hardest to look unapproachable, hears a man say from afar,  “You too pretty to be frowning, smile for me.” The woman ignores him, “Damn B****, can’t get no response.” TheContinue reading ““Excuse Me Miss”- Street harassment and cat calling”

What can I do with my coronavirus summer?

A drawing by Abigail Murphy Abigail Murphy; Arlington, VA— Hey Abby,  What can I do with my summer amid coronavirus precautions and closures? Hey bored buddy, AHHHHHHHHHH ARGH ugh. I receive a lot of texts throughout the day. I mean, that’s expected. We are quarantined. I’m a teenager. In the past five months, I’ve rarelyContinue reading “What can I do with my coronavirus summer?”

The next wave

Dana Richie; Atlanta, GA— I stood at the water’s edge, my feet planted firmly in the sand. I stared at the ocean’s endless cycle of crashing waves and wondered if and how I fit into all of this. Double-decker waves seemed to tower above me as they made their way closer, only to diminish intoContinue reading “The next wave”

Not so nice jeans

Drawing by Julia Pastreich Julia Pastreich; Washington, DC— The final blue button poked its head through the hole in the front of my shirt. I pinched my fingers together and pushed it all the way through. I tugged on the hem, running the stiff fabric through my fingers. I looked my reflection in the eye.Continue reading “Not so nice jeans”