Since 2012, I had plans for my 22nd birthday. I did not know what, exactly, I was going to do or who I was going to do it with (though I hoped it would be something with someone), but I knew at some point I had to listen to Taylor Swift's song "22" and revel in how relatable it finally was. I would make "breakfast at midnight," "fall in love with strangers" and, of course, be "happy, free, confused and lonely in the best way." Taylor promised.
New Year's resolutions always seem to fit one of a couple of themes: Getting that new job, sticking to that new diet or focusing on healthy new relationships. Throughout January, Facebook and Instagram are cluttered with posts talking about self-love and how people are going to take control of their lives in the new year, all with pictures from a summer vacation saved specifically for this moment.
Even if we're really not, it's just easier to say we are. This perpetual superficiality is all too real. It's fueled by the looming and continuous presence of social media and the pressure it brings to make our lives appear better than they are.
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I was 10 years old the first time I traveled by plane. I was going to Disney on a family vacation, and I was terrified to fly. During the flight, my mom had me switch from yoga pants to a skort to accommodate the weather difference between Boston and Orlando.
Now that the blue wave has flooded Washington, it's time for the Democrats in the House of Representatives to take advantage of the House's broad investigative power to provide much-needed oversight of President Donald Trump.
Miami University, like many universities, faces a constant struggle to meet the needs of students and faculty alike. Mental health has recently been an area that Miami has faced pressure to address, and today I would like to introduce another -- women's access to health care.