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In the 1980s, health-conscious North Americans would start their days with grapefruit and cottage cheese with black coffee, tossing their permed hair and turning a cold —and often padded—shoulder to foods not hyped as miracle fat-burners.Continue...

So, here we are. University has finally begun and two weeks have zoomed past me.Continue...

I have something to admit, and I’m prepared to lose all my credibility as a writer, music-lover and human being as a consequence. I love Canadian Idol, and now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with my life.Continue...

You’ve got the shakes. You’re sweating and you can feel your eyeballs bulging out of your head. Your 2,000-word Chaucer essay is due in two hours, and yet it sits untouched on your desktop. Meanwhile, your finger twitches on the mouse and you hit “Reload” on your Livejournal friends page once more. Your screen fills with pleasures both wonderful and horrible: pictures and rambling entries unfold before your eyes, penned by both friends and weird people you’ve never even met.Continue...

View all images from vol. 132, issue 5.Continue...

Next time you decide to clean your drawers of forgotten love letters, mix tapes, or old birthday cards, be aware that your scraps may find their way into the hands of a found art enthusiast.Continue...

We have all grown familiar with The Cocamo during our brief time at Queen’s, and indeed, some of us have even made our peace with it.

Being not the biggest fan of rubbing/grinding/wiping my sweat onto unfamiliar and under-clothed people, I had not been to Kingston’s premier ballroom for dancing purposes since first year.Continue...

The Ghetto—The off-campus housing area populated mainly by students. With its overflowing garbage and run-down houses with hicknames like “The Booty Shack” and “The House of Cheese,” you’ll soon understand how the Ghetto got its name. But Homecomings on Aberdeen Street are unforgettable, and being so close to campus and downtown is a definite plus. Attempts to change its name to the Student Village were unsuccessful.Continue...

There’s a certain stigma attached to all-girls residences. I remember some of my floormates recounting, with horror, their discovery that they had been allocated to a single-sex dormitory. They figured they were in for a 1950s, G-Rated lifestyle.Continue...