My newfound love for Taylor Swift, while admittedly both unexpected and trivial in the grand scheme of things, has a valuable insight/lesson to give us: don’t be afraid to try new things even if your mind/feelings try to hold you back.
Welcome to your personal tour of the Duke University Haunted House! We're scared already.
I have personally worn Crocs daily for the last 17 years of my life, and I have never once doubted their comfort.
In response to comments by my family and friends, I like to make jokes about the superiority of Android phones, and I often speak about my love of Android phones to my friends in jest. I sometimes reflect, however, on the weird role that phones play in our lives.
I’ve always been confused about where the familiarly aromatic flavors of my north Indian mother’s cooking went — perhaps they were lost in translation.
My sister and I like to joke that moving has become a hobby for our parents.
Being funny in a second language is hard. That was one of the first facts I realized after coming to Duke as an international student.
I come from a religion with a rich tradition of storytelling that dates back millennia and spans continents. Every holiday and every occasion has dozens of stories, for any purpose.
People will always project their best versions and share their highlights.
However, all of this discussion about normalcy ignores the fact that what is normal is a constantly shifting and hard to define concept.
Sometimes you have to turn your brain off.
As SNL’s crucial 18-49 demographic becomes increasingly made up of Gen Z viewers, it faces another problem: it can’t seem to figure out what the new generation finds funny.
Not to say I wish to become her, but whenever I feel like the weight of growing up is almost too heavy to bear, I know I can always open “Neuromancer” and find that razorgirl who spits out her tears instead of shedding them.
I could pretend that I’ve broken my cycle of desire, and that I’m one of those ascetic, holier-than-thou minimalists who don’t believe in owning silverware. But it’s all a lie. I will admit that I am, at my core, a very materialistic person.
A word loses its meaning the more it’s used.
I just want to make the most of my last year of college.
When I first learned about hyperfixations, everything suddenly made sense.
At times, I felt like a failed editor, like Recess was deteriorating because of me. Even writing that now feels so silly and self-aggrandizing. Recess is so much more than its editor.
