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Are we being honest to ProFros?

At this time last April, I was in the midst of a whirlwind of college visits, class sit-ins and long deliberations over which school to ultimately attend. There were several factors to compare schools with which seemed impossible to reconcile, and I hoped that talking to students would give me a more intuitive sense of…

Trust and who’s worthy of it

For the fourth year in a row, I’m in a leadership position for a club centered around education and outreach for non-normative identities and relationship structures. It’s a group that requires me to maintain the anonymity (and thus the trust) of dozens of members while still being transparent and honest with the university. This seemingly…

Why finstas are actually rinstas

I can’t recall when I first learned about finstas, but I do know that making one changed my entire perception of social media. For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, here are some useful definitions: Finsta (n.) — a fake Instagram account typically with private settings and less followers than…

Obsessive Kompulsion: Poking Holes in the Illusion

So, the interesting thing about having a column is that it puts me into a very public sphere. As someone who considers himself an introvert, this presents a couple of issues: (1) being misunderstood and not having the chance to clarify others’ misconceptions, even if I what I wrote makes sense to me; and (2), more problematically, that there is only so much I feel comfortable revealing about myself in this setting — what I say in my column is very different than what I write in my journal.

I’m, Like, Totally Profound: Everyone Else’s Lives Suck, Too

It does to all the elite university students like you who have commented on and forwarded the letter, thanking the nameless author, saying, “Holy cow, I thought I was the only one feeling this way.” What a goofy society we’ve made for ourselves. We’ve got all these people walking around feeling lonely and depressed, thinking they’re the only ones feeling lonely and depressed.