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    Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

    Happy holidays.  I have a problem with this phrase.  It’s not because I think people who say it are devil-worshippers who can’t stand to utter the word, “Christmas.”  The whole movement is about inclusion and political correctness and all that, but it’s not blasphemous.  It’s not like most people refuse to speak the name of the holiday.  I mean, how many people do you know who wake up their children on December 25th with, “Come open your presents, kids, it’s Holiday Day!”?  No, the reason I can’t stand “Happy Holidays” greetings is because of the imprecision of the sentiment.  America celebrates various innocuous dates all throughout the year.  When does…

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    Where You Lead, I Will Follow

    People say you are either a leader or a follower. They insist that there is nothing wrong with being a follower, as long as you know who you are following. But it is an understood implication that it is better to be a leader. In my experience, this is because when most people talk about leaders and followers, it is a nicer way of saying users and those who get used. Still ok with being a follower? But I think that these categories are not inclusive of the whole population. Sure, you can’t be a leader without people to lead but this does not make those people automatic “followers” as…

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    It’s a Long Walk Down the Aisle

    My sister just got married over the summer. She asked me to be her Maid of Honor and of course I happily accepted. Who would refuse a job with “Honor” in the title? I did not realize how much work goes into earning all of that Honor. What people see is the MoH holding the bride’s bouquet, fixing her train, and giving a toast at the reception. But in order to reach peak MoH status (which I was determined to do), so much more is required. Anyone who associates weddings with love, happiness, and contentment has never planned one. I am now determined to never get married because it is…

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    A Snoop and a Shrink Walk Into a Building…

    *Special stream of consciousness edition* In the following post, I take you on the journey of what happens to a mind when it is bored to tears. Good luck. The great thing about having a group of friends in which everyone is a different major is that you get to experience a little bit of everything. My Forensics Science major friend wants to work in the FBI. I get to pretend that I know important government secrets from the things she tells me like Elvis Presley is still alive and Stranger Things is actually a documentary. I get to volunteer at my Elementary Education major friend’s after-school program. And my…

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    Once Upon a Dream…

    Within the past few years, there has been a surge in the feminist movement. Both men and women have come together to, among other things, fight the trend of little girls and young women alike feeling inadequate and self-conscious about themselves and their abilities. Some say these insecurities are a result of oppression from the patriarchy. Some blame a lack of a support system during childhood.  While these things may very well be contributing factors, I place the blame entirely on Cinderella. And no, I do not have a problem with her falling in love with a guy she has only met once, or even her needing to be saved…

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    Let’s Be Alone Together

    The mind is a scary place.  It houses endless unfulfilled hopes and dreams.  It is the birth-place of both brilliant and unbelievably stupid ideas.  It holds onto the memories that haunt us and the ones that keep us going.  It is how we access and express our very souls.  There is a whole division of both medicine and science dedicated to understanding the brain.  But the mind, the consciousness inside that brain, is so much more than firing neurons can explain.  Our entire lives, past, present, and future, are kept inside our heads where no one else can see.  Only we can retrieve its contents. It’s a lonely thought.  No…