Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
Picture this: it’s Friday night, you and your friends are drinking vodka from a huge plastic bottle. You each take a swig of the cranberry juice you snuck out of Ferris. You put on as little clothing as you can get away with, and you make the infamous walk to the hottest club in NYC: […]