By Willa Umansky PZ ’27 and Madeleine Farr PZ ’27 Over two years ago on October 7, 2023, Hamas initiated “Operation al-Aqsa Flood,” firing thousands of rockets and launching an incursion into Israel in a historic attack. The operation resulted in the death of 1,200 people and the abduction of 251 hostages, marking the beginning of a war that has since accelerated Israel’s ethnic cleansing … Continue reading Trump’s repressive, sure. Pomona was first.
Words by Emmy Knapp PZ ’27, Graphic by Izzy Leake PZ ’27 “4 p.m. on Fridays at the stump on Marston Quad.” This was all the information I had before showing up to the Claremont Luddite Club, a group notoriously hard to track down due to their intentional lack of an online presence. Neither Instagram post nor email, the normal modes for contemporary club communications, … Continue reading Luddite club: the club you’ve never heard of
Words by Anabel Audoly CM ’28, Graphic by Ben Connolly PZ ’26 1 The dinner was to be at Anton Volkov’s apartment in the 6ᵉ arrondissement. He had started spending his time watching rather long episodes of two young Americans remodeling homes. They were twins and he found this quite charming, although he hadn’t yet realized it was because he missed his children. Ivana and … Continue reading Something Nice
Words by Kayra Hidirlar PZ ’28, Graphic by Genevieve O’Marah SC ’28 You may have seen him before. Maybe he was sipping an iced strawberry matcha with oat milk at a local coffee shop, maybe he was talking about how much he loves women and feminist theory on your Instagram feed, or maybe he was holding up a Sylvia Plath book in front of everyone … Continue reading The Performative Male: when feminism becomes an aesthetic
Words by Willa Umansky PZ ’27, Graphic by Ben Connolly PZ ’26 When I was little, my family would have Shabbat dinner every week — there is something inside of me that craves the Shabbos spirit. At camp, I would keep Shabbat weekly and that satisfied my innate desire for the sabbath, for the warmth of candle light and echoes of Shalom Aleichem. At college, … Continue reading My Judaism demands grief for Gaza
Words by Luca Rudenstine PZ ’26, Graphic by Izzy Young PZ ’28 Fiona Apple’s Parting Gift isn’t a breakup song so much as a group memo to an alumni association of exes. She once said it was written “to all of the men I have known,” which instantly shifts it from private heartbreak to mass correspondence: subject line, Your Services Are No Longer Required. Amidst … Continue reading My Parting Gift
