Can Mary Pat McMahon unite a campus divided on gender violence prevention?
By Rebecca Torrence | January 31, 2020“In all the time I’ve been doing this work, change feels more on the horizon than ever.”
“In all the time I’ve been doing this work, change feels more on the horizon than ever.”
Dear Ms. Yang, Your recent column made me laugh out loud. In case it was not a spoof of PC culture run amok, please note the following...
Ask questions. Peel back the layers.
For a student body that likes to talk about the benefits of diversity, it’s bizarre that so many people’s career values converge into a few specific values.
The entire social impact industry functions largely as a thin moral cover for an unjust economic system.
We are worried as heck about losing ourselves, about losing our friends, about losing our identity. We are afraid that we aren’t good enough. We are terrified of what others think. I sure am.
As it stands, the University has abdicated almost all responsibility for community-building to students, as though independent houses and selective living groups are equally equipped with the resources to rise to the occasion.
We’re trying to break down those barriers around sex, making healthy conversations and relationships an accessible and normal aspect of our lives.
Almost every student who shared their experience with me discussed feeling a dismissive or careless attitude from the provider.
Are you all only interested in Duke basketball if we are undefeated? This is a great team who are busting their butts on defense and getting better every week.
If irony is the space between appearance and reality, the troll lives and moves about exclusively in irony.
Pushing for less wasteful food production and distribution remains important, but no good when we continue to view food as ubiquitous and disposable.
Blindly stating “Cats was terrible” says more about your inability to form an original thought than how good or bad the film was.
Duke Kunshan is premised on a dead consensus.
It is a privilege to be told that your story matters.
Talk to professors you've heard of—ask them about their field, about their writings, about their experiences.
I could not ask each of the people with their hands outstretched, will you love and protect the queer and trans people in your midst? I could only say, the body of Christ, broken for you.
Walking along the city’s historic cobblestone paths and engaging with Danish culture, I found myself, and by the end of the semester, it was Denmark that feared me. Because I became a ginormous, human-eating monster.
Treat it like your Facebook feed—scroll through the snippets quickly, accept them as fact and then talk about them in your public policy class as if you’re an expert.
We fail to acknowledge that the burden of teaching falls onto certain students.