In a world that’s so divided at times, it’s important to remember that we’re all human. It doesn’t matter what your sexual orientation, gender, race or religion may be.
This mentality of solely fighting for issues that revolve around you and your loved ones is closed-minded. A one-point perspective takes root, no matter how well-intentioned you are.
People need to stop defining their interests by the gender representing it.
Tons of people struggle with anxiety and share personal experiences to let others know they aren’t alone. I just hope I can do the same thing for the people reading this.
The simple truth is Insomnia is the true home of cookie lovers.
In essence, Insomnia and Crumbl sell the same products. But if you’re looking for quality and quantity, consider Crumbl for your next cookie adventure.
“If you can’t tell your homies you love them, stop callin ‘em your homies!”
All in all, even though I started to really miss the idea of sports on solid ground (what a concept) and I might not be the next Team Great Britain snow-edition member, I really loved trying out skiing.
Fundamentally, the NFL has a responsibility to further encourage and incentivize the hiring of people of color.
I’ll never have “pretty bitch privilege.” Men simply have the privilege of calling me pretty.
Neither of us are lifelong Bills fans. Neither of us were born in the Queen City. But both of us have experienced the pain and agony that a demoralizing loss can bring. More often than not, it feels as if sport takes away more than it gives back.
Mental illness has always been awash in taboo, a clingy and darkening word that turns an essential health problem into a malignant and vile creature.
Five years ago, 49 individuals lay motionless on a nightclub floor.
Sunday evening, I found myself curled up on my bathroom floor.
“Rip Young Dolph.”
When I first committed to UB, I was worried I had made the wrong choice.
I’ve worn a lot of hats in my life. I’ve stocked shelves and cashed out customers. I’ve tightened turnbuckles and chipped rust. I’ve cooked steak and fried fries. I’ve loaded trucks and supervised outbounds in warehouses. I’ve baked donuts for the Tim Hortons in the SU.
In the world’s eyes, I am lazy.
I love Christmas music. I listen to it year-round. My friends groan when they get into my car in July and Sia’s “Candy Cane Lane” is blasting from my speakers.
College has taught me that everyone is going through something — and that more often than not, we don’t have the slightest clue.
Solutions by The State News
