Lifestyle

I am a woman. I have breasts. I have curves. I also have cellulite.

Why is it that the latter is so undesirable? Dimples are cute on my face so why are they considered so appalling when they’re anywhere below my waist?Continue...

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For all the students who’ve ever had to walk into the Journal for the first time to talk to a reporter or place an ad, I offer my apologies. I remember the first time I ever stepped into 272 Earl Street. It took a lot of courage to even think about going inside, not knowing what lurked beyond.Continue...

I wrote a column a while ago predicting this year’s AMS election was going to be an uninteresting, indifferent affair. I based my prediction on what I’ve seen at this school over the last three years.

That was before the elections actually took place. The nastiness that marked that entire miserable three weeks made my predictions look downright tame by comparison—that was before my colleagues and myself spent 36 straight hours at the Journal covering one of the dirtiest election campaigns I’ve ever seen.Continue...

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Over the course of three summers, we have each had some “interesting” jobs to occupy our time for the four months between spring exams and the fall semester. You see, unlike some Queen’s students, we don’t have connections. None of our summer jobs have involved working for the UN somewhere in the Third World or at Daddy’s firm on Bay Street.Continue...

Four years ago, I remember sitting beside my father, dread twisting in my stomach, as we drove into Kingston on a warm fall day. In one month, that life will be packed up, put in a van and moved back to Toronto. The clothes will be picked up off the floor and from the hangers, the posters and photographs taken down, the printer and computer unplugged and packed into their old cases.Continue...

Two years ago, after my second year at Queen’s, I was forced to take a year off because of my poor academic performance.

When I first got the notice in the mail, a chill went up my spine. What would I do away from school for a year? What would I miss while away? I experienced a kind of agoraphobia—not a fear of wide open spaces, but of possibilities.Continue...

From the Christian trinity to the Star Wars trilogy, from the top three finishers receiving a medal to the requisite three main arguments in the body of a first-year essay, the number three seems to pop up just about everywhere. See how you do with the following questions about that eerie numeral ... the number three.Continue...