It’s a curious quandary when the songs that serve as the soundtrack to one protest play into the basis of another.
In an updated letter addressed to students, 199 professors pledged to “move from conversation to effective action in the fight against racism at Emerson.”
Rebranding ought to be about making the school a better and more inclusive place, not just naming accomplishments to climb popular college rankings.
Every time a catalyzing tragedy happens, the conversation it sparks seems to always be on borrowed time.
In a way, their actions represent a slow rise of behavior subversive to the gender norms that have contributed to sexism for years.
In a letter addressed to students, 108 professors pledged to “move from conversation to effective action in the fight against racism at Emerson.”
Tuesday afternoon's demonstration was admirable for many reasons, including raising the bar for how students go about advocating change within our campus culture and administration.
It seems to be a flaw in human instinct that we are so inherently drawn to being right, that we often choose to cling painfully tight to our false beliefs rather than accept being wrong.
Articles are more than archives: They transport stories, the triumphs and tears of real people affected in real ways.
So many 18-34 year olds fundamentally do not understand that the reported stories they share on Twitter and the commentary they post to Facebook costs real dollars to produce, expenses they aren’t always contributing to.
The onus is clear: Emerson must spend significantly more resources on cultural competency training for students, professors, and staff alike.
Hillary Clinton demonstrates that we have progress to make, even within the world of feminism.
Beyond its insensitivity, the biggest artistic failure of “Resident Advisors”—filmed at Emerson Los Angeles—is being unfunny.
As a school that prides itself on progressive thinking and innovation, we should continue to make larger efforts to improve our recycling program as a whole.
With graduation looming, there’s always the fear that we’ll miss something, that one day we’ll wish we could go back or do things differently.