Everyone has those moments, those “I need a tattoo right now” weekend urges. Depending on who you are, these split second decisions can lead to the best, or the worst decision of your life. Safe tattoo practices often get thrown out the window on nights
It’s late spring, a friend and I are doing homework on the FemCo porch. We’re chatting about something or another, things that felt important I’m sure. Suddenly, our conversation is interrupted by a man in a small brown car slowing down to snap a picture
Breakups Suck. What sucks even more is what the media teaches us to believe about them. We all can picture the classic image of some young woman in her pajamas with a pint of cookie dough ice cream, or the male lead punching his fist
Have you ever wanted somewhere to go on a Thursday night? Friday? Saturday? Is the creepy co-owner of 5 bar putting you off? Maybe the heat of TKE basement just isn’t for you? Well, I would tell you to head on over to C-haus then,
When students returned to campus this semester, they were met with unexpected news: Commons reopened indoor seating! Sitting at Commons, DK’s, and Java Joint with your friends, for hours on end is a longstanding staple of Beloit social life, but during the ’20–’21 school year,
Tattoos are a huge part for different cultures all over the world and have become a part of self-expression and identity for many people over the years. But most people are not at all aware of the meaning of their tattoos. Do most even take
This semester has been different in a way I can’t quite describe. It’s not anything that obvious, but something only distinguishable to those who have noticed it fading over time. Maybe it’s just the nostalgia of my senior year, but as I walk through campus,
As college students, the most relatable thing that most of us have in common is living on campus at our assigned dorms. But that was not the case for almost every student during the 2020-21 academic year. With the coronavirus devastating almost every state in
The first time I stepped into the Feminist Collective was also the first time I felt at home on campus. I could feel the history of the students who had lived there, and the legacy that was now my responsibility. Something about the disheveled bookcases
Content Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of self harm, suicidal ideation, rape, and assault. The identity of this writer is anonymous to ensure their safety. *Some names have been changed to maintain privacy When I was victimized by my boyfriend, I could not allow