Author: Julia Austenfeld

On Monday night, I attended part of a packed session on mental health policies, held in the Women’s Union on Pomona College’s campus. As students posed questions about quality and availability of on-campus care to Deans Miriam Feldblum and Jan Collins-Eaglin and staff members from Monsour Counseling and Psychological Services,

Just like everyone else I know, I was at first fascinated by the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines Flight 370. But as the playful theories that Lost was happening in real life faded out and were replaced with the ugly reality that hundreds of people were missing, probably dead, and nobody knew

Nobody is very good at keeping election promises. From national politics down to our recent student government elections, we’re faced with the fact that not every single thing a candidate campaigns for will come to pass, whether quickly or at all. I came into my position this year as ASPC

When I bring up House of Cards—the Netflix show that you should all be watching and that I will not spoil for you in this column—in conversation, I tend to get one of two reactions: total bemusement at my obsession, or a look of passionate understanding that we, as fellow

Time zones weird me out. Even though I’m going on eight years of experience setting up Skype dates with parents who are 5-10 hours ahead of me, depending on which coast I’m on and what the hell is up with daylight-saving time, it’s still totally surreal to talk to my

I never intended to be a feminist. As a kid, I assumed the big battles for equality had all been won, leaving us to achieve world peace and move on to something more interesting. I knew feminism was out there, but I was more inclined to call myself a humanist.

It’s the beginning of the semester, so I’m still excited about my classes, but we’re quickly approaching the time when having obligations day-in and day-out becomes horrifyingly stressful. Even though I’m a happily self-identified nerd who may or may not have been remote-accessing JSTOR for all of winter break, I

I spent most of Thanksgiving Day this year in my bed in Clark III with a box of tissues and some close cousin of the seasonal flu. As dismal as it felt to be coughing, sneezing, and unable to stand up without my head spinning, this year’s break was still

If we assume that political correctness means not offending anyone, it’s logical to conclude that progressives who focus on ending the use of slurs like “faggot,” “nigger” and “retard” are all about making everyone be nice to everyone else so that nobody gets hurt. Wrong. Progressives are, in my experience,