Author: Brianna Fairman

By Mariem Mohamed I turn on the tv and I see a perfect woman on screen. Breasts perky, shirt low-cut. Hair as glossy as her lips. Flat stomach, flatter stare.… Continue reading Erotic Pipedream

By Emily Brennan Dear fellow students: I am writing to you today to express my frustration and indignation. These feelings are resulting from nineteen years of experiencing manipulation and an… Continue reading Letter from My Pink Bedroom

By Anonymous Solu heard Brick pacing at the door outside his hut, setting a beat for the night’s song. He rolled his eyes and lathered his brows in preparation to… Continue reading Caught in Renewal

By Devon Russell A few days ago, my partner and I had an eye-opening experience about the recent rise of sexualization in the music industry, particularly of women. Artists like… Continue reading Celebrity Objectification

By Emily Corbett You look like a mess. That’s what they’ll say.  “Couldn’t you have put in more effort today?” “Couldn’t you have put in less?” That’s what they’ll say… Continue reading MESS

By Lindsay Pelliccia After listening to The Big Hit Show’s recent Twilight deep dive I found myself wanting to reexamine what I, and much of the internet, have been calling… Continue reading The Importance of the Twilight Renaissance

By Shay Overstone  It’s a gloomy Friday afternoon and the end of a long day. I met three pressing deadlines, installed my second piece in preparation for crit on Monday,… Continue reading The Introverted Woman

By Daniel Kandra When I was a sophomore in high school, the musical that had been chosen for our spring semester was the horror-comedy Little Shop of Horrors. It was… Continue reading An Opinion Piece on My Own Experience with Transphobia in Theater

By Anonymous Could you call yourself a mare? A stallion in the fields and pastures  that graze over  Girard and Broad in the nightly kind of weather, that can chip… Continue reading Equus or: Horse Girls

By Anonymous Part I The Lovely Lady Christabel Whom her father loves so well, It was midnight within the wood Far beyond where the old gate stood She kneeled below… Continue reading Christabel Revisited