Words by Maya Raphael PZ ’27, Graphic by Madeleine Farr PZ ’27 It’s not that deep. Ah yes, Gen Z’s favorite incantation against intimacy. A year is shaved off my life each time this sentiment invades my eardrums, vibrating almost derogatorily against my canals. It is as if I am supposed to say: “My apologies, my humanity began to ooze out — how dare I … Continue reading Nonchalance
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
Words by Tania Azhang PZ ’25 Graphic by Ash Dirks SC ’28 “What does this piece evoke for you?” asked our museum guide Solomon. We were looking at Alison Saar’s painting “Lethe,” depicting a Black woman whose body is partially underwater while her head hovers above the surface. I recently visited the Benton Museum’s “Black Ecologies in American Art” exhibition. We were evaluating works by … Continue reading In “Severance,” Hell Has Its Perks
Words by Madeleine Farr PZ’27 Graphic by Sonia Sidhu PZ ’28 One thing about my dad is that he loves “Fantastic Mr. Fox.” He quotes it all the time (incorrectly) and sports pairs of socks with foxes on them. It’s sweet and makes sense for a guy like him. He appreciates the quick one-liners peppered throughout the movie, respects the animation’s artistry, and even dresses … Continue reading Chick flicks and politics: Dad, I love you.
Everything Jazz is romantic. Words By Lucy Kaplan PZ ’28 Graphic By Thea Riley PZ ’28 2024 was the year of the club classics — bumping electronic music in a crowded room and making out with beautiful strangers. We all fell victim, perhaps voluntarily, to Charli XCX’s sparkly 3am aesthetic and the chaos that came with it. Club music provides a deafeningly comfortable atmosphere of … Continue reading Everything Jazz is romantic.
By Willa Umansky PZ ’27 I wanted to wear pants because it’s cold and the wind has been nipping at my thighs more than it used to since I’ve been calling paradise home for long enough now. I tried a few pairs that I thought could work. I ended up in tights and a dress with the cold still sinking its teeth into me. I … Continue reading My Hips and I
By Anonymous PZ ’25 Roughly a month ago, I decided to skip my Friday morning class to attend a vigil honoring the Palestinian lives lost at the hands of war and settler violence. Dozens of students fashioned in all black stood around the Coop Fountain. Handwritten notes hung from the fountain walls, displaying messages of solidarity and support. White roses and yellow daffodils plucked from … Continue reading CPLM and #RhodesMustFall: A comparative analysis
By Angela Silva Claro PZ ’25 Uruguay, like most developing countries, has been dealing with the consequences of climate change due to political, economic, and social challenges. Over the past few years, Uruguayan citizens have experienced a noticeable increase in temperatures, making each summer more insufferable. Additionally, with each passing year, the advent of a more severe drought season compounds the country’s challenges. For years … Continue reading Water Politics in Uruguay
By Jane Lovett SC ’25, Helen Chirigos PZ ’25 and Maya Forgus SC ’25 Archiving 5C history through the lens of student organizers and for the purpose of creating institutional memory for future generations of students and organizers is an important power-tracing tool. Archiving creates a space in which to understand historical and contemporary power mapping, movement formations, movement reiterations, and successful tactical strategies that … Continue reading Mapping Student Resistance
By Sonali Mudunuri PZ ‘26 I’ve been having this nightmare where I’m twenty-six again in an A-line, bone-white, lacy gown that sits tight around my stomach. The air stands stiff and stilted; the silence crawls up my skin like starved gutter rats. In front of me, the unfamiliar sea of guests — which until now, just appeared as an amorphous, breathing fog — is staring … Continue reading Fingertips
