Why is femininity admirable, but feminism threatening? A quick glance through any issue of Glamour , Cosmopolitan , or Marie Claire will reveal hundreds of airbrushed models with flawless skin, flawless hair, and flawless bodies, enticing you to buy a product that will make you flawless as well. American ideals
Author: Katie Cettie
$10 & a Tank of Gas: The Joys of Rollerblading
The year: 1997. Age: eight. I am in New Orleans with my dad, halfway through our road trip from Texas to Florida. Time: 10 p.m. Wearing my pink Pretty Pony T-shirt, I suddenly proclaim “Dad, I’ve always wanted to rollerblade on Bourbon Street at night.” Resolute, I grab my Lisa
$10 & a Tank of Gas: The Norton Simon is a Haven
“Museum” is an awfully depressing word. Maybe it’s the way your lips seem to stick together as you say the first and last syllables or perhaps the fact that it resembles another unpleasant word—mausoleum—but the second I hear that word my brain instantly annihilates all associations with words like “mindless,”
$10 & a Tank of Gas: Los Angeles Remains the World Capital of Comedy
As I stand outside the Los Angeles Improv on a cold, rainy day, my heart is pounding with nervous dread. I stuff a tattered, crumpled-up piece of paper with my most precious comedic tidbits into my pocket and pull out a cigarette from the pack I just bought to look
Q&A with William Kamkwamba
At the age of 14, William Kamkwamba realized his vision. A vision that began in the midst of a devastating famine in Malawi that claimed nearly 10,000 lives, it was a vision that changed Kamkwamba’s life forever.Kamkwamba built a windmill. Unable to afford the fees for school, he educated himself
$10 and a Tank of Gas: Fall Break Edition
For all you wandering, aimless stragglers rejected from the OTL trips that were full within an hour of being posted, have no fear. Fall break is the perfect opportunity to explore the millions of places to go in Claremont, Los Angeles, and Southern California.Drained from all those midterms, many of
$10 and a Tank of Gas
Have you found yourself standing in an inch of gray water, pinched between four sweaty bodies, with mounds of sticky foam raining down upon you? Have you spent yet another drunken night at the Coop, eating your sixth mozzarella stick while waiting for the foosball table to open up? Have