BY GIBSON JOHNS
If 1989 ends up being the album that I and many others expect it to be, then gone will be the days of the country duds that Taylor Swift used as fillers on Red.
BY COSMO PAPPAS
This Friday, the doors to the Keene Theater of the Residential College will welcome German-speaking and non-German-speaking guests alike for an open workshop with Tanz Tangente.
BY CHLOE GILKE
Network television isn’t dead. It’s alive and thriving, though its face is no longer recognizably white or male, nor is its programming comparable to whatever was airing ten years ago.
BY GILLIAN JAKAB
This Thursday evening in the Michigan Theater, University organizations The Penny Stamps Distinguished Speaker Series and the Weiser Center for Emerging Democracies are co-presenting the Pussy Riot/Zona Prava member’s lecture “Punk Prayer.”
BY EMILY BODDEN
The resounding message was that women are stronger, more capable and more deserving of self-love than they usually give themselves credit for. And throughout everything, Oprah continued to promote her message that “you can.”
BY AMELIA ZAK
In releasing their unexpected Songs of Innocence, U2 has “beyoncé’d” a well-written, nostalgic and at times powerful album.
BY JOOHYUN YU
Students on The Diag express their personalities through their outfits.
BY NATALIE GADBOIS
Wilde’s photo illustrates a modern Madonna – her face calm, her waist already thin, even her breasts sans stretch marks. Her baby is naked and glowing, a paragon of infant innocence and grace. What purpose does this humble-brag serve?
BY CATHERINE SULPIZIO
Can you watch “Z Nation” for its video-game style gore and bombard of nonstop action? Sure, but it’s almost more fun to look beneath that and probe at the plight of the Living Dead.
BY GIANCARLO BUONOMO
Now if New York and Chicago, whose hot dog rivalry is the stuff of legends, independently issue damning indictments of ketchup, then that should be a pretty good indicator of how universally hated ketchup is by wiener enthusiasts. But this universal hatred is precisely what is so weird about ketchup-phobia.
BY GRACE PROSNIEWSKI
To be illiterate is to be disenfranchised from one of the most powerful forms of imagination. It makes language a prison when it should in fact be a site of transformation, of transcendence.