Author: Catherine Chiang

Last week, Boston made news. The manhunt headlined newspapers and evening newscasts—and Facebook, Twitter, and Reddit. Accompanying the chaotic events was a misinformation disaster that cascaded through such social networking sites. The force of the false information and its consequences bring to light a potential problem within new media forums.

I am a heterosexual, Asian-American, female college student from an upper-middle-class background. That is to say, I have privilege. I have straight privilege, economic privilege, and the privilege of attending a selective institution of higher learning. None of these facts means that I work less hard, or that my life

If you’re a fellow Scripps College student, you’ve probably had your fair share of complaints about Core I. And in all fairness, despite its merits, it’s a flawed class. At the end of fall semester, as I went over the numerous readings in a last-ditch attempt to study for the

“Asian Women are White-Boy Worshipping Sluts.” That was posted in a bathroom at the University of California, Los Angeles last week. Pretty disturbing stuff. After this, and last year’s “Asians in the library” YouTube rant by Alexandra Wallace, it’s easy to write off UCLA as a sad, dark place festering

Many in our generation grew up confined by a certain stigma. Parents lament our lack of motivation and claim we have everything handed to us; teachers call us uninspired and passive. A lot of us spent our developing years being told that previous generations have knocked down barriers for us,

It’s easy to spot them on campus. They’re the ones with laptops attached to their bodies like an extra limb, walking to class on Friday morning through the remains of last night’s party. Semi-permanent lines from lab goggles mark their faces like battle scars. You can’t ever ask them to

When you’re in high school, college is the Promised Land. If you’re a good student, you’re rewarded for the years you’ve spent in the dingy, linoleum-tiled halls of high school with the opportunity to attend college. You’re told that it’ll all be worth it, because college is “so much better.”

I thought voting would be a lot cooler than it actually is. My excitement about exercising my right as an adult citizen died once I opened my vote-by-mail ballot envelope. Maybe it’s the fact that the ballot resembles a Scantron on steroids, but voting is very, very intimidating. Last week,

Parties suck. Well, unless you’re drunk and find someone really hot to grind on. Actually, if you’re drunk enough, the “really hot” part doesn’t matter much. What does matter is that a lot of college students go to parties scouting for someone to take back to their room that night.

Like most people my age who live in the Internet era, I remember the days when Tumblr was hip. I mean, this reblogging thing? Genius. It was the perfect social networking platform for people who didn’t want the workload of an actual blog—like, you know, me. Sadly, Tumblr is slowly