Topic: college

London Mayor Boris Johnson Believes Women Go To College For Husbands

London Mayor Boris Johnson Believes Women Go To College For Husbands

London mayor Boris Johnson, Man of Magnificent Zipline Disasters, is currently under fire for making sexist comments regarding Malaysian women’s decisions to go to college. During the launch of the World Islamic Economic Forum at City Hall, London, Malaysian Prime Minister Najib Razak spoke about his country’s progress for women in education as Johnson appeared alongside him. More »

Rejection, Moving Home & Minimum Wage: Advice For Grads Based On My First Year Out

Rejection, Moving Home & Minimum Wage: Advice For Grads Based On My First Year Out

I was hungover when I walked across the stage of my graduation last year, as I had been much of college. All these speeches about how we were the future, how we’d be changing everything in the coming years, how our ideas and lives and actions affected everything more than anybody else’s (a claim I am still unsure of) were designed to make us believe in ourselves, or something. But inside, I was shaking with the knowledge that I would soon be released into the world with zero idea of what I wanted to do with my stupid little 22-year-old life. More »

Let’s All Celebrate Our Poor Life Decisions! (And How Far We’ve Come)

Letâs All Celebrate Our Poor Life Decisions! (And How Far Weâve Come)

The other night, I posted a Facebook status saying “Let’s all celebrate our poor life decisions! Here’s mine: “In college (circa 2006) I would come home really drunk and stay up until 5 am reading Wikipedia entries of famous Nazis and chain smoking indoors while using a mug as an ashtray. Now you go.” And the responses came pouring in, hilariousness ranging from the substance-induced to the just-plain-dumb-because-you’re young kind of stuff. More »

8 Things I Learned Working For An Artist

8 Things I Learned Working For An Artist

I first met The Painter in my interview. I knocked on the door of her apartment and heard someone shout “come in” over loud vibratos of Edith Piaf. Cigarette smoke was practically seeping out from beneath the door. I opened the door, and through the dense puffs saw an elderly woman with thin orange hair, a Chinese silk robe, and a red Solo cup in hand. Brown lipstick was smeared all over the bottom half of her face, and her breath smelled like an odd combination of vodka and sherbet. The walls were covered in enormous paintings of planets, which I later learned were called “Spacescapes.” And the place was a mess. More »