Are 20-year-olds allowed to call people old friends yet? If so, Tommy is an old friend. It was 2014, my freshman year of high school. Pink braces, plaid flats, side bangs and an unreasonable amount of confidence were the most notable things about me during this time. Skinny jeans, too much cologne, black vans and weed were the things most notable about Tommy during the same time.
Don’t let all of your beautiful going out clothes waste away in your closet. Quarantine sucks, but eating chicken with your family is way less annoying when you look fly. Give yourself any excuse to look dope during this time, because it made me feel a whole lot better than I did when I was chilling in my sweatpants all day.
This is “Thoughts from Quarantine,” a weekly series in which three of our editors will answer a variation of this simple question: “How are you feeling?” This week’s prompt is, “How are you feeling about being apart from your Oxford friends/significant others during self-quarantine?"
I am not a baker. I am not a cook. What I am is a lover of treats.
News Editor Tim Carlin and Opinion Editor Rebecca Wolff discuss their thoughts on Carrie and Big’s relationship in Sex and the City. This conversation was edited for clarity. Tim: So why are we on the phone today? Rebecca: We are discussing whether or not Carrie and Big’s relationship in Sex and the City deserves to be the central relationship ... because it was toxic.
Quarantine has exposed the toxic cracks in the fitness and diet culture. Problems with body image and eater's remorse in those who take the health grind seriously has become an entire movement on social media in the past few weeks.
Fast fashion is killing a lot of things: the environment, our bank accounts and individual expression.
Tagalongs, Thin Mints, Samoas, Shortbread. Need I go on? I don’t think I do, because you already know I’m talking about the sensational and seasonal treats that grace our cabinets in the springtime. That’s right; Girl Scout Cookies.
When you hear the phrase “TikTok,” does your mind immediately go to the 2009 hit single by pop star Kesha, or do you picture an endless stream of videos of young people across the world? If you are one of Lizzy Young’s 143.8k TikTok followers, you might say the latter.
Light shines through the stained glass windows and kisses the walls of the St.Vincent de Paul Church in Petaluma, CA. Like luminous lip gloss, it sticks and glistens in adoration. I sat among the molasses brown pews last weekend for the first time since my high school days, when mandatory mass sometimes started the day. Being a non-Catholic in a Catholic high school was an experience that taught me how to skillfully avoid things that made me uncomfortable. Walking through the halls on the first day of freshman year feels awkward enough, but having to walk down the red-carpeted aisle of the church with my arms crossed over my chest to be given a blessing rather than communion in a room full of religious peers — yikes.
