Opinion
Ranking of Starbucks' fall latte menu
Despite the slack given to its fans, the pumpkin spice latte is indisputably a fall staple. As soon as Starbucks rolls out their pumpkin spice latte for the season, all are aware it is fall, regardless of temperature.
Response to ‘The men of ND request a porn filter’
I completely agree with “the men of Notre Dame” about the dangers of pornography. But I cannot sign their petition, because imposing the campus-wide filter they propose would cause more problems than it would solve.
The men of Notre Dame request a porn filter
As the Supreme Court stated in Paris Adult Theatre v. Slayton, “A sensitive, key relationship of human existence, central to family life, community welfare and the development of human personality, can be debased and distorted by crass commercial exploitation of sex.” To stand up for our community welfare and human development here at Notre Dame, we need to stand against pornography. A filter on pornography may not end its use on campus, but it will significantly erode its presence. With a filter, every time students attempt to access pornography, they would encounter Notre Dame’s enduring message that pornography is destructive and exploitive.
My culture is not your costume
My Culture is Not Your Costume is a collaborative effort on behalf of the Black Student Association, Latino Student Alliance, Asian American Association, Native American Student Association of Notre Dame, African Student Association and Dome-ish. These groups started this event last year as a response to the abundance of cultural appropriation, insensitive costumes and inappropriate events that arise around Halloween. To facilitate dialogue among Notre Dame Students about how to properly dress and approach their Halloween festivities, we purposefully hosted this event before Oct. 31.
The misfortune with verbs
You fell in love with yearning at the age of 19. You met on a humid night. You remember being pleased with the humidity, not minding how it fluffed the hair near your temples into baby curls. Not minding how the water proof fabric of your rain jacket folded into your skin, making you feel like a blow-up pool deflating in July. You didn't mind because you didn't give attention where it was due. You were too distracted by the radical embodiment of yearning as it walked along beside you.






