I'm going to go ahead and go on the record right now. I want everyone to know that I absolutely and wholly intend on permanently ridding the world of poverty, genocide, war and any other possible negative affliction.
Definitions of peace largely assume that it must revolve around an end to conflict or hostilities. The kind of peace the Nobel Prize Committee rewards has always stood out as a more organic whole than simply the humanitarian vibes that immediately follow human conflict--freakin' Ghandi never even won a Nobel Peace Prize despite five nominations.
It takes a TV show to make me appreciate being a woman in the 21st century.
I have great reservation writing this response to Paul Murty's Tuesday column because I'm afraid it will give his ignorance an air of legitimacy. The letter was the most fallacious, logically incoherent and misleading piece the Alligator has published in months.
As I walked through Turlington Plaza to drop off a midterm Friday afternoon, I noticed a few posters with Ernesto "Che" Guevara's infamous picture on them. Progressing through Turlington, I saw protesters holding signs condemning Che Guevara, calling him a terrorist instead of a hero.
I am responding to Tommy Maple's column, "Philly no friend of man's best friend," in Thursday's Alligator. I am an out-of-state freshman from Philadelphia. Actually I am from South Philly, so although I should have "at least two emotional and psychological disabilities," I sincerely hope you take what I am about to say into consideration.
PostSecret, the popular community art project created by Frank Warren, is the opposite of advertising. And that's a damn good thing.
Fred Armisen offered the most precise answer this Saturday as to why President Obama was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in a surprise Oslo announcement on Friday: "Because I'm not George Bush."
In the wake of President Barack Obama surprising the planet by winning the Nobel Peace Prize on Friday, I would like to throw his name into the conversation for another prestigious award: the Heisman.
As you read this, I am hard at work imbibing the contents of my giant, green Bubba Keg on a bus to Baton Rogue.
I awoke bloody and in sharp pain at 2:25 a.m. on Sept. 4. I couldn't tell you what city I lived in, what my name was or what happened.
In a strange twist of fate, a single city has clumsily tripped into the epicenter of the debate over animal cruelty in America. This city has taken a bold stand in favor of dog fighting on legal and social levels, voluntarily placing itself in the line of fire against existing federal law and overwhelming public opinion.
I hate to break it to everyone who got worked up over the Student Government elections last week, but nothing new happened.
The reason students don't participate in Student Government is that it fails to make a step toward a greater society. Apathy isn't the issue, relevance is.
Oct. 11 is National Coming Out Day, an internationally observed day offering support for members of the LGBT community who want to publicly disclose their sexual orientation or gender identity to their friends and family.
The Internet is making us rude.
Florida politics has always been a giant petri dish of sleaze, and the Florida Legislature is always a spectacular orgy of corruption. However, the one topic that has always been off-limits was oil drilling around Florida. Overwhelming public support for a drilling ban - and the overarching concern for what is left of the natural environment - has stood out every year.
The members of the UF Pride Student Union have read the Rev. Terry Jones' column yesterday, but few of us were terribly shocked.
At my internship this summer, one of my editors told me that when she graduated from college in the 1970s, people never asked her what she wanted to do with her life.
Two days ago, during the clusterfuck of Student Government elections, I had two dissimilar but equally disturbing events occur that I thought explained how voting results were so systematically banal, year after year.
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