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Barack Obama: F**K That N***a

August 31, 2011 by

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by Alexander P. BrownApparently as a lefty liberal evil socialist who believes in things like homo marriage, abortion, progressive tax structures and the New York Times, I need to jump on the bandwagon and start hating on President Obama. So yeah, fuck that dude who leads our country during its greatest economic clusterfuck that he […]

Anti-Children

August 31, 2011 by

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By Anthony Dean-Harris I’ve been in an anti-child period for a little while. It’s not that I’m against the concept of children, but I am rather prone to stay away from them. I would hope that this is some evolutionary instinct for people in their 20s who deep down inside don’t want to be tied […]

On Being Multilingual

August 31, 2011 by

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by Ke Huang Los Angeles, 2006 A Boeing 767 bellowed a roar above the airport. Beside the Howard Hughes Parkway sign, the shadow of a palm tree swayed its leaves, like linnets’ wings. I squinted to see the van approaching the stop and repeated the name of the dorm building under my breath. At 19, […]

I Survived Hurricane Irene and All I Got Was This Lousy Weekend

August 30, 2011 by

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by Kyla Marshell Maybe you’re like me. An adult only by technicality. A really big kid. New things excite you. Shiny things. A new iPhone. A new person at work. A new ice cream flavor, a new mailman, new furniture at the doctor’s office. Things you’ve never seen. Things that never happen. Consider Irene. Not […]

All Apologies and No Sorries

August 17, 2011 by

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by B.A. Gibbs I’m sorry, but people like former U.S. Representative Anthony Weiner piss me off. Not because they masturbate behind closed doors and in the privacy of their own offices. But fucking assholes like that allowed themselves to be bullied and thrown out of office by people who don’t matter. But the thing that […]

Sisterfire

August 17, 2011 by

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by Teresa Leggard On the third Thursday of each month for four years, in a faculty cloister that later became affectionately known as “the womb”, I participated in, facilitated for and was transformed by an autonomous, women-only open mic. It fortified me, and it ruined me. I was first allured by the ubiquitous red fliers […]

A Chronicle of My Journey to Joblessness

August 17, 2011 by

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by Chioma Obiefuna Just like I had suspected for some time, being jobless did not feel too bad. On the contrary, it was a liberating feeling to know that I didn’t have to wake up the next morning, completely terrified of the day ahead of me. Having a nice job with great income and all […]