The 2018 midterms shook our Congress to its core. The U.S. House of Representatives elected a record number of women, with at least 90 female candidates making their way to Washington, D.C. in January of this year. In my conversation with Senator Kirsten Gillibrand at the Stanford Women in Business Executive Leadership Series this past…
I start every morning with the New York Times email briefing. Cup of joe in hand, I am inundated with bleeding headlines: stories of authoritarianism, crime, terrorism and war, rampant violence, discrimination and climate change. My perpetual preoccupation with depressing news cycles has its consequences, as it does for readers throughout the world.
You know your government is veering dangerously close to tyrannical when leaders begin hiding the truth from constituents. Chinese censorship masks news regarding protests and collective action. North Korean suppression prevents outside information from entering the country. American officials conduct comprehensive investigations of leading officials, then attempt to redact key details before releasing such reports to the public.
At a recent event for a 2020 Democratic hopeful, I was struck by a question from the audience. Cloaked in a floral dress and cool demeanor, the woman ever-so-slightly raised her hand. “I saw you speak in New York a few weeks ago. You were different – subdued, diplomatic, placating. Is this just the California version of you? Who’s the real you, Senator?”
It was a dark night — after midnight on Jan. 31 — when journalist Annie Correal received an unfamiliar email with the subject: “MDC Brooklyn Without Power.” The anonymous author wrote, “No heat no power no proper food. Over 72 hours in lockdown.”
Senator Mitch McConnell wasn’t always a Trumpian. In fact, in his heart of hearts, he still may not be a genuine Trump supporter. Trumpian or not, what is for certain is that Mitch McConnell is an unshakeable, diehard Republican devotee.
On Jan. 21, I awoke to a text: “Big news from Kamala.” I didn’t need to check CNN or Twitter to understand. I’d been eagerly awaiting this announcement for quite some time. Kamala Harris had done it. She’d joined the handful of African American women to run for the Democratic nomination for President. She made…
In the era of an American President who endorses “grabbing women by the pussy,” limits on reproductive freedom, pervasive rape culture and disrespectful media representations, feminism is a necessity. The equal rights movement provides an avenue through which to navigate today’s frankly frightening social context.
Students immediately discover an enclave within the enclave that is Stanford, and as a result, close themselves off to new experiences and points-of-view.
Reality television is so formulaic. The formula reminds me of the tactics employed by The Apprentice’s previous host, Donald Trump, in the 2016 presidential race.
We often grapple with conflicts regarding the color of our skin, the significance of a second X- versus Y- chromosome, the way we’ve been taught to worship, and the number of zeros in our parents’ bank accounts. But we often lose sight of how such diverse conflicts intersect to describe our being, and consequently, our place in an oft-unjust society. Striving to realize where we belong can be unsettling, but Williams says it’s okay.
When we first applied to Stanford, we were asked to demonstrate intellectual vitality-- a genuine interest in expanding our horizons, whether it be as part of a research lab, through a community organization, a performance group, or an athletic team. An acceptance letter gave the cardinal seal of approval that we, indeed, were intellectually curious and would continue on diverging paths to a convergent norm for unequivocal success. Yet, our arrival on campus struck us with the sudden realization that we were no longer the big fish in the pond, just more sheep in the herd of excellence.
In a generation of increasingly self-involved individuals, our society’s sensitivity is as much a mess as the post-quake landscape of South Asia. We are constantly checking devices, obsessed with our friends’ latest Snapchat stories, the raunchiest YikYak post, or the newest episode of Scandal. Despite parading around under the guise of enlightenment, Stanford students are no better, feigning compassion with ardent discussions of issues on campus yet failing to recognize what happens outside the Bubble.