As yet another academic year begins at the University of Saskatchewan, the Sheaf has put together three unique perspectives on the fundamental question that many individuals on campus may be asking themselves: why are we here?
We all get lost sometimes ”” you’re not alone. Being lost is no fun. But staying lost is deadlier.
Feminism has gone through many incarnations, and has enjoyed various levels of popularity. As women have drawn closer and closer to achieving equality, from a shrinking pay gap to a far more open and pervasive discussion of women’s role in media, it has become something of a fad for girls and women to spurn the label as rigid and unpleasant.
I am one of those girls.
Before The Simpsons became a cheap Family Guy clone, it was perhaps the most significant show on television. During the 1990s, The Simpsons was not the gag-reel that it is today. Instead, the show was a scathing review of American society.
About a year ago, the world’s one-time premier social news site, Digg.com, buried itself under an avalanche of crippling mistakes. Following a calamitous and ill-conceived redesign, the site’s downfall caused quite a stir online. Roughly 12 months later, the digital dust has almost settled. If you look back, though, there’s much to be learned.
Duck Face Girl, The Relentless Updater, Two-Weeks-Late Internet Meme Guy and others: round two of our list of Facebook friends you’ll most likely want to avoid.
You, the sexy, smart, confident woman I’m trying to woo. Yes, you!
It’s been great talking to you tonight and I’m really impressed by your sense of humor and your intricate knowledge of Kosovo’s ethnic divisions. And the way you slammed that beer back earlier was simply amazing. I think you’re really cool and I would ask you to hang out some time or to add me on Facebook, but here’s another idea: just sleep with me. Please?
I spent my summer in two places: the wilderness and working in a bar. In both venues, I met a lot of people with conspiracy theories. I heard things like “You know, there’s a lot of shit going on we aren’t told about.”
“Like what?” I would ask. Then they would start listing things.