Almost two years ago, Megan Julian invited me to write a column for the Trinitonian. At the time, she was managing editor of the paper. Though I don’t have that email anymore, I remember it well. I was to write an opinion column about media. However, looking over the work I have produced for the Trinitonian over the past two years, this column has covered topics far more varied than that. I’ve written about Black...

Let’s start with disclosure. I survived sexual abuse, so I know what it’s like to feel shame, guilt and helplessness. I wrote about that for the Trinitonian. If you are curious, you can search the archives. I’m not rehashing it now. I have a limited word count that I will probably exceed (sorry, boss!). First, I praise all of the survivors who shared their stories during the SGA Town Hall on the University Sexual Assault...

“Every man should have a built-in automatic crap detector operating inside him.” “” Ernest Hemingway I was a teenager when I first came across that quote from Hemingway. He was speaking about the most valuable quality that a fiction writer should possess. Crap detection kept writers honest, according  to Hemingway, and fiction writers needed to be honest. Their job was to “invent out of knowledge.” This can mean writing about what you know, about personal...

Last week, Elan Gale’s flight was delayed, and he was annoyed, not because of the delay, but because of Diane in 7A. According to Gale,  Diane was abusive to the flight attendants, obnoxious and just plain spoiled. She deserved a lesson in manners,  and Elan Gale, a reality television producer, decided to do what many would have done in his place. He live-tweeted his annoyance. Not only that, he scripted and produced a feud that...

I spent three hours tracking down a plagiarism case, and it ticks me off. Three hours on someone who has as much respect for me as one would have for a gnat. Three hours that could have gone to reviewing other students’ work, to giving feedback, to other people, to myself. God, even to my cats! Three hours, and for what? To teach an unforgettable lesson? I doubt that. Plagiarism detection is making me cynical....

When I first came to the United States, I became a huge fan of “The Brady Bunch.” It was the winter of 1978. I was seven years old, and I had never seen anything like it. Here was a family with perfect children, wise parents, a quirky live-in maid and even a dog. I watched every day after school. The Bradys were on back-to-back for an hour and a half, five days a week. I...

On June 26, I was avoiding media. It is a rare occurrence. Some form of media is always on at our house. However, on June 26, I didn’t care for my usual routine of television, Facebook and Twitter for breakfast. The Supreme Court of the United States was scheduled to rule on the Defense of Marriage Act that morning. I wanted to remain oblivious for as long as possible.  I was ready to hear SCOTUS...

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I have been thinking a lot about adulthood lately. At 19, being an adult meant that I was no longer under maternal supervision. I could stay up as late as I wanted, I could cuss like a sailor if I felt like it, and I could come and go as I pleased. Clearly, 19-year-old me had a very narrow definition of adulthood. I also was quite unprepared in spite of my mother’s best intentions. She...