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old beginnings [feature]

By Eleanor Dushin | April 29

Cantonese Jericho and I are almost never on the same page. When I’m doing well, he’s getting dumped, and when I’m bedridden, he’s globetrotting. We joke that we can’t both be happy at the same time: One of us has to be miserable for the other to prosper.

halfway notes [feature]

By Michelle Bi | April 22

Lately I’ve been in Steinert, trying to figure things out. My fingertips hover over the piano like anxious crows waiting to land. I drop them, slide my hands up and down the keys, trace a path from black to white to black again. Still the notes don’t sound right. Still, I am hunting for the rhythm. ...

the fantasy feed [feature]

By Kayla Morrison | April 22

Fellow doom-scrollers on TikTok would know about a new language of liberal feminism circulating on the platform. Over the past few years, it’s arrived in fragments: “I’m just a girl,” “girl dinner,” “girl math,” Palestine and Israel explained as your girl friends fighting, tutorials ...

it's me [feature]

By Katya Michkovskaia | April 15

It was Toni Morrison who said, “Don’t write about what you know, because you don’t know anything. I don’t want to hear about your boyfriend or your grandma…I’m getting a little tired of ‘my life story as fiction.’ Please don’t tell me about your little life—is there nothing larger? ...

INSIDE BENNINGTON’S DARK WAR AGAINST TEENAGERS [feature]

By Sasha Gordon | April 1

Abstract

still bi non-practicing [feature]

By Ivy Rockmore | March 18

Trad-wives, looksmaxxing men: A lot has changed since I wrote my article on bi non-practicing people at Brown exactly a year ago.

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dialects & drifts [feature]

By Michelle Bi | March 18

My memories of the years my family spent in the Midwest are blurry. What I do remember is a sense of sameness: the childish assurance that the wet, slippery snow that fell in December to block our front door in dense heaps was the same snow everyone else on Earth was wading through. That the tongue ...

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twenty-six years of post- [feature]

By Sasha Gordon | March 11

The Beginning

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chippy [feature]

By Coco Kanders | March 11

Chip Clarke looked like a dream. Frankly, he was a dream to me. In 2012, he was practically identical to Justin Bieber—same honey-brown, gravity-defying swoop and soft, cherubic face—except he was eight. I would fantasize about him being my boyfriend, about him noticing me in the ways that counted, ...

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edm as our chance for immortality [feature]

By Katya Michkovskaia | March 4

Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City once said that when she was broke, she would buy Vogue instead of dinner because it fed her more. I’ve been there too. Late at night and not a single crumb in my room, not even a shabby, mushy apple, the only viable option was to get my dopamine from a more ...

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life story [feature]

By Sasha Gordon | February 25

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live,” Joan Didion says. But I don’t like Joan Didion, and I wish she’d never said that. I am looking in the mirror, and I am upset, rehearsing for an interview, a date, or the dreaded “tell me about yourself”—generally getting my narrative together. ...

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ins and outs and downs [feature]

By Eleanor Dushin | February 25

IN: Keeping an ins and outs list. It’s more of a set of commandments really, like a religion. I took the RIPTA to the Salvation Army in spring of 2025 so I could buy a Bible. They only had the New Testament, but God is pretty mean in the Old Testament, so I figured I could make do. I had an unshakeable ...

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swords and sororities [feature]

By AnnaLise Sandrich | February 18

Rush is an endurance event.

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coastlining [feature]

By Michelle Bi | February 18

I know the path to the beach by heart.

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angel in the snow [feature]

By Coco Kanders | February 11

After a deep snowfall, the streets, the cars, the neighborhoods, the trees—really everything—is completely buried. Schools are closed. Time itself is forced into a pause, and by the simple fact of the fall, we are forced into stasis. Snow plows groan awake, narrowing our world to our homes, our ...

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pilates princesses, muscle mommies, cardio bunnies [feature]

By AnnaLise Sandrich | February 4

Unathleticism has a way of creeping into your identity. Growing up, I was surrounded by athletes, most notably my mother, who ran D1 in college and then stumbled into a marathon addiction in post-grad life. Both of my younger brothers are gym rats, with the youngest having run his first marathon at ...

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action potential [feature]

By Sasha Gordon | December 3

Lands of opportunity are frequently co-inhabited by lesser-known creatures: decisions. Opportunities gambol and frolic around, but if you look closely, tailing each opportunity is a little decision or two, nipping at its heels, encumbering it just a tiny bit. This ecosystem is more complex than we may ...

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moments in-between [feature]

By Violet Chernoff | November 19

As 22-year-olds, we take ourselves pretty seriously. We’re convinced that our two romantic decisions (anything before tenth grade is negligible) indicate a lifelong pattern to which we are bound, irrevocably so. We’re sure that, despite results of an allergy test that say otherwise, we are allergic ...

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dry tears [feature]

By Francis Gonzalez | November 19

My mother gestures me into the room. As I walk in, I look around—it’s vastly different from the last time I was here. I used to spend multiple days a week here, where we had our movie nights, where I had my band practices, where my parents forced me to go with my friends because my dad didn’t ...

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en route [feature]

By Michelle Bi | November 12

In another life, I never moved away from Illinois. I spend summers laying out picnic blankets in the fenceless backyard that we share with eight of our neighbors. We drink iced tea out of plastic cups and run after fireflies, watching the yellow lights weave through our fingers.