Make Pitzer Naked Again

Words by Lennon Nuttall PZ ’29, Graphic by Sophie Frankfurt PZ ’29 A final project for professor Thomas Kim’s “Intro to U.S. Politics” class at Scripps College is turning into a full-fledged “Free the Areola” movement at Pitzer College, with leading students emphasizing freedom and safety.  Kim asked students to create their own political campaign and introduce it to their local communities, giving students insight … Continue reading Make Pitzer Naked Again

The Philosophy of John Dishwasher in 844 words

Words by Shivani Sharma PZ ’29, Graphic by Ben Connolly PZ ’26 On Saturday, Nov. 1, the Benton Museum of Art hosted Claremont’s Zine Fest. The event consisted of roughly 40 exhibitors sharing their zines, photographs, cassettes, prints, and more. The overwhelming majority of these zines represented the artist’s personal journey through family, illness, money, and religion.  It was here that I met a man … Continue reading The Philosophy of John Dishwasher in 844 words

How the Hear Me Out Trend is Shaping Gen Z Culture

Words by Kayra Hidirlar PZ ’28, Graphic by Sylvie Simmons PZ ’29 From celebrities to cartoon characters and even inanimate objects, people have been admitting to having the most bizarre crushes recently, courtesy of the “Hear me out trend.” In case you haven’t been keeping up, a hear-me-out is an unconventional attraction — something that makes people gasp in surprise and wonder, “How can that … Continue reading How the Hear Me Out Trend is Shaping Gen Z Culture

Your morning coffee just got closer

Words by Madeleine Farr PZ ’27 Perhaps you’ve walked through Mead Courtyard on a Wednesday morning, pausing between the 9/11 and Che Guevara murals to wonder why several students are clumped around a first-floor window connected to Y100. For those unfamiliar with the new business, this student crowd comprises The Hatchery’s morning rush. The Hatchery is a student-founded and run cafe, operated primarily by Nicky … Continue reading Your morning coffee just got closer

Trump’s repressive, sure. Pomona was first.

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.

Luddite club: the club you’ve never heard of

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

Something Nice

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

The Performative Male: when feminism becomes an aesthetic

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

My Judaism demands grief for Gaza

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