The Berkeley Beacon

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Comedy with a cause: humor in the realm of social justice

There is a difference between comedy based on individualistic pain and systemic pain.

Night owls need a place to roost

The perception of Boston as a boring city likely has a profound effect on retention of recent grads as the actual late night entertainment options that exist.

Digital demonstration: Tweets won't turn the tide

Our social media saturated world has forced us to shift the ways in which we define civic engagement.


Living through a lens: a fractured view of American life

The media I was exposed to portrays life here in extremes, but day-to-day life is somewhere in the middle.

Searching for answers from administration

But it turns out that these seemingly innocuous communications have become our school’s only way of disseminating information that, if announced another way, would have the student body up in arms.

Learning in the Loo: Washing away exclusionary facilities

Active inclusivity while here at Emerson will make tolerance the norm in our years beyond this institution.


No excess of XS — body image and being a Small Man

I can’t help feeling like this world wasn’t made for me, that a Small Man is not a Real Man.

Validating personhood with pronouns

We should all be called what we want to be called—no footnote needed.

“Puppet Politics” take center stage this election cycle

Politicians are the puppets, and we, the people, are the puppeteers.


B-Boy or Lay-Z-Boy? Mumble rap strays from storytelling

Hip-hop artists are responsible for the messages we relay to our community about the current state of social and political affairs.

Summer preview: Combatting white noise in America

Silence is a tool of oppression, and by keeping quiet, white liberals further oppress those they seek not to offend.

Summer Preview: Putting women in first gear

However, when faced with the question of who’s driving us, we should also consider who isn’t.


Emerson’s new logo needs revision

This graphic suggests we're sleepily dreaming our way to graduation, living on our imaginations and pretty art. But we work hard here—through sleepless nights and early mornings, we are developing our crafts.

Strangers in the streets, buddies in the Tweets

The closeness we feel to followers and virtual confidants isn’t real because it has no air to breathe, only a heart to “favorite.”


Taking time for a post-grad pause

I’m also realizing the weight of the expectation that I have to go straight into the professional world after this.