Let’s just get this out of the way. This is the column where I come out in support of “The Human Centipede.” After studying film for four years, I support its right to exist, people’s right to view it, to be critical of it, but most of all I support how director Tom Six was able to cross the line of the type of content that succeeds in the horror genre.
For some women across the U.S., clothes shopping is a cathartic, fun experience. For others, it’s a nightmare. Every day, women across the country find themselves facing off against an invisible assailant; one that slowly eats away at their body image and self-confidence.
We’re told to carry pepper spray, to check the child lock while getting into Ubers and not to leave our drinks unattended at parties. I’m extra cautious while traveling alone. I look back twice while walking down empty streets in the dark.
I didn’t start actively voting in elections until 2019, when I voted in the mayoral election in Mount Vernon, NY. Some know the small town for its corruption with public officials. Corruption can affect not only the residents living within the community but also the younger generations, too.
I am a hopeless romantic. And I’ve never had a difficult time finding a boyfriend. As a conventionally attractive woman, I know that I draw stares. I notice when men glance at me 11 times in Bert’s and I count each time they offer me drinks at parties or joke that I’m not finishing them fast enough.
Most people would consider the infamous line, “paint me like one of your French girls,” between Jack and Rose in the 1997 film “Titanic” one of the most romantic scenes ever portrayed between two young people on the big screen. It’s practically common knowledge that, in this scene, Rose poses completely nude, while she is respectfully drawn by her love interest. The dynamic between these two characters carries sweetness and innocence that resonates strongly with most fans, despite the overt sexual overtones coming from Rose.
Fish are superior to cats and dogs in every way. I know you might disagree –– let me tell you why you’re wrong.
The reign of Fox’s Friday night animation line-up is over. For years, programs full of shallow writing and cop-out comedy have remained at the forefront of the adult animation community. Seth Macfarlane has been able to build an empire full of fart jokes, visual gags and lazy cultural references.
Film is universal. Every person, despite personal background, has the equal opportunity to gain inspiration from the films that they expose themselves to. Beneath the cover of a dim-lit theatre, we are all the same, hoping to undergo something at least a little bit magical.
My fellow students, We’ve been failed by our own. Today I am writing to you all in great disappointment as I’ve been unjustly suspended indefinitely as the President of the University at Buffalo Student Association Inc. I would like to take this opportunity to explain and inform you of this unjust action.
Growing up in Albany, it would be hard to see why I’m a Lakers fan.
On Aug. 25, I began to lose over half of my savings. But it wasn’t the result of a gambling problem or a bad investment, it was to the person who I thought was saving my cat’s life. My veterinarian.
Letter to the Editor: India, A tryst with Fascism Imagine a single country that speaks hundreds of languages, has hundreds of different cultures and tribes, tens of different religions, thousands of cuisines, thousands of traditions, millions of tightly-knit friends and families and where every state and sometimes every city in that state feels like a whole different country. This dream is India. India is in many respects a colorful world in itself. It is contradiction and consistency. It is chaos and order.
Indian Universities Under Siege Much like most of the world at this moment, India is in a fight against religious intolerance and against, as many in the country are now terming it without reservations, fascism. In the past few days, the matters have come down to the streets, with police forces entering university premises and bleeding out protestors. And this is not only in the capital city of New Delhi, but across the country from its north-most to its east-most to its south-most.
Once a month, I find the best way to spend the minute break between my classes is frantically searching through my bag for a tampon that isn’t there. As I rush into class 15 minutes late, the cherry on top is that explaining the reason behind my delinquency is completely out of the question.
Thirteen-year-old girls are supposed to fawn over Justin Beiber. Instead, in eighth grade, I was counting the calories in a stick of gum.
This semester at The Spectrum has been an absolute dream.
I used to be a proponent of the UB Curriculum. As a former pre-med student, the chance to take a few English and Music courses while also pursuing psychiatry seemed ideal and a step above what I assumed regular general education programs would be like. But I misunderstood.
For the Sake of Diversity and Inclusion, It’s Time to Bury Millard Fillmore in UB’s Past As the semester comes to a close and winter recess begins, UB will, again, move forward with an annual ritual that diminishes its efforts to promote diversity and inclusion on campus. On January 7, UB will again organize the celebration of Millard Fillmore’s birthday at Buffalo’s Forest Lawn Cemetery.
I have never watched porn. Some people may believe this to be a bold-faced lie, but it’s not. Throughout my entire life I’ve made an active choice to avoid graphic pornographic material, and have never, even tried searching for any kind of the content.
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