New Year’s means lots of new beginnings: new school term, new political policies being signed or put into action, and new seasons of our favorite television programs. This new year marks the return of HBO’s hit show Girls. While many viewers are excited about the show’s second season, I’m not. And given friends’ reactions, along with the high level of negative Internet buzz, a large number of the show’s target audience aren’t, either.
If you’re familiar with the blogosphere in any way, shape or form, chances are you’re either a Tumblr user or you’ve stumbled upon the website at some point.
Just when you think technology can’t get more convenient, it completely revitalizes and changes traditions ingrained in our society. For decades, adoption was a lengthy process in which years and years might go by before “waiting” parents could actually adopt a baby.
It’s nice to think that we’ve come pretty far as a country in the last 200-ish years. And we have, but not all at the same time. From observations on both the academic and Internet fronts, there’s a large number of people who would have us believe that America is “post-racial.”
As a young college student, one of my primary concerns is finding a job after graduation. It’d be even better if said job allowed me to utilized the English degree I’ll have in June 2014. I don’t worry so much about the competition between men and women in my chosen career field. That wasn’t always the
case, however.
Many of my favorite winter memories center around hot cocoa. My family’s traditional outing to the Eugene Christmas parade always meant a steaming mug of hot chocolate for my brother and me. Childhood sentiment aside, where can you get a good cup of cocoa in coffee-loving Portland?
Let’s be honest—holiday shopping sucks. We all make the same “I will not wait till the last minute next year” promise to ourselves, but get real. Every year finds us rushing at the 11th hour to some god-awful shopping complex, searching desperately for the last toy, Blu-ray player, etc.
Portland’s odd and peculiar eateries | Portland’s food scene is a-hopping, a foodie’s veritable Candy Land of five-star restaurants and neighborhood food cart pods. But the scene isn’t all about nationally renowned chefs and restaurants.
I was probably around 7 or 8 years old the first time I walked past a Victoria’s Secret. My curiosity and burgeoning sexuality made me a prime marketing target despite my age.
Over the summer I had to do something I’d never done before: come out to my mother. When I say “come out,” I don’t mean the common definition; the two of us squared with that one a long time ago. No, this time around I was coming out as an atheist.
Hiking is an enjoyable outdoor activity. There’s nothing quite like getting outside—maybe enjoying a mountaintop picnic and the visual delights Mother Nature has given us.