Recognized images shape the perceptions of people all around. Whether Aunt Jemima perpetuates the image of the caring, African-American housekeeper or cartoons of the 1970s strictly portraying Hippies...

In a world where special interests run amuck and elected officials are ruled by their bank accounts, one president must fight to legislate. With a government shutdown looming, will he be able to save the...

I hate to admit it, but I’m a pretty judgmental person. I like to believe that I am open-minded and that I like to give people a chance, but most of the time, I don’t. You know those Free Hugs people...

If you live in Leeds or Manchester, get a parking ticket ASAP. Town Centre Car Parks is temporarily accepting horse chestnuts to pay off parking tickets to raise awareness about carbon emissions. We here...

The state of New York has announced five new courts will open to begin treating people caught up in sex trafficking like victims or survivors instead of criminals. City officials will begin to take steps...

When I was 16, I asked the same girl on a date four Friday afternoons in a row. I’d spend the whole week psyching myself up, thinking about what I’d say, how I’d say it and what measures I’d take...

Say the word “espionage” to a group of college students. What do they think of? James Bond? Austin Powers? The U.S. government? Whistleblower Edward Snowden has revamped the true meaning of the word...

For every classroom, there is a pretentious question-asker, a self-important show-off. As a classics major who has taken many literature-based classes where discussion is encouraged, I have had to sit...

Like a solid, successful business, Dick’s Sporting Goods is making a sincere effort to appeal to a range of demographics. After the Sandy Hook school shooting in December, the company issued a statement...

I’ve had five cell phones in my lifetime. Most of them have cost hundreds of dollars, but my family bought them for a lower price with 2-year contracts so that we wouldn’t notice ourselves getting...

I’m walking down Commonwealth Avenue, rueing the day I ever signed up for four 8 a.m. classes a week, when I catch a glimpse of a girl I met in my high school modern dance class. I’d rather not go...