I’ve been to show after show, from rap concerts to country concerts, from indie rock to folk, I love it all. I am my happiest at a live performance, there’s something therapeutic about seeing one of your favorite performers live, in a whole room of other people who love that performer as much as you. I’ve seen Demi Lovato a few times in concert, 3 to be exact. The first time I saw her was when she was on tour with The Jonas Brothers, I liked her but didn't pay much attention because I was way too excited to see Joe, Nick, and Kevin do their thing. The first time I truly appreciated Demi Lovato was when she admitted herself into rehab, I was shocked and surprised, but most of all I was impressed. From that moment on I have looked up to Demi as a role model. I know it sounds dumb coming from a
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You will only understand these if you have a big rear end.
The 'big booty' is all the rage right now, thanks to Kim Kardashian. People are getting butt implants just to have that 'perfect butt.' But what a lot of people don't realize is having a big butt kind of sucks. Here some things you will understand if you have a big butt.
1. Your butt runs into everything.
It especially loves to find table and counter corners. Good thing butts tend to bounce back.
2. You have mastered knocking things down.
3. Finding jeans that fit is a nightmare.
This is especially true if your rear end is much larger than your waistline. You finally find a pair of jeans that can squeeze over your behind, but now they're too big in the waist. Thank God for belts.
4. You wear out jeans fast.
You can't really buy expensive jeans because you'll just wear holes in them in a couple of months.
5. You can't sit in small seats.
Or between anyone else for that matter, unless they are both small-butted.
6. You can rock lingerie.
Guys like big booties now, so why not just let your butt do it's thing.
7. Twerking comes almost naturally.
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Sorry, Miley, but most of us got you beat.
8. Sometimes you don't realize you're sitting on something.
This can be embarrassing, but it's a sad fact.
9. You push people out of the way easier.
This is especially useful in a busy mall or when you're trying to find your spot at a concert.
10. Booty shorts are your go to.
Just be careful because sometimes they're too short. Then your back end forces them to look like underwear.
11. Shopping for leggings can be rough, too.
Why are so many of them see-through?!
12. You're set on cushions.
I mean, this is probably the best thing about having a big butt. You are constantly carrying around a permanently attached cushion.
13. Short dresses are always a problem.
I mean, they can, as long as you remember to not bend down while you're wearing it.
14. Your booty is always getting comments.
"Damn girl, look at chu!" And most of these actually come from your bffs, not guys.
It's about time.
Today's society places a ridiculous amount of importance on social media and what we see on our computer screens. Some of these short films you might have seen shared on Facebook. Some of them you may have never even heard of. Whatever the case may be, these productions have used thier position of power in our world today to spread a message. The messages vary from domestic violence, LGBTQ acceptance, self-love, the role of men in society to end the unfair treatment towards women and even the promotion of the furtherence of medical discovery in our country. Regardless of the message, each film advertises something that needs far more screen time than Victoria's Secret Fashion shows or Keeping Up With The Kardashians. Here are 14 of the best and most revolutionary short films to date:
Love Labyrinth - One Love Foundation
Beauty Is A State of Mind - Dove Patches
Courage Is Already Inside - Ram Trucks
How Our Girls See Themselves - Dove Change One Thing
#DearDaddy - CARE Norway
Slap Her - Fanpage
ReMoved - Nathanael Matanick
Love Is All You Need? - Wingspan Pictures
Let Her Eat Cake - Columbia MFA Directing
Kiss Me - Cas Stonehouse
Unhealthy Relationships - Buzzfeed
Glass People - John Berardo
Chicken or the Egg - Evozi
Imagine - Carl Mason
Because the best part of flying isn't the flying.
I’m not sure that many would consider their airport experience to be “fun.” It is either boredom or panic, layovers so long that you forget what the outside world looks like or connections that are made by the skin of your teeth. It is the decision between buying expensive food and starving; it is hunting for outlets (because the airports I’ve been in seem to have about five); it is the stress of making it through security without being that person who holds up everyone else. In short, it is stressful and time-consuming.
And yet, I’ve always loved airports. For starters, they’re so busy; they seem almost like mini-cities. They’re crowded and chaotic, full of people moving busily back and forth. The busyness makes them exciting, and the people make them interesting. You rub elbows again with individuals that you’ll never see again; in that brief time, you have something in common with complete strangers. It’s interesting to think about their stories and their destinations. Are they traveling for fun? For work? Are they going or coming? How often do they travel? Do they enjoy it?
My favorite thing about airports, though, is the utter lack of judgment. Everyone is tired, sick of airport food, sick of lugging their bags back and forth and desperate for a shower. If you look a little the worse for wear-- if you look a lot the worse for wear – no one cares, because they completely understand. In fact, they’re not even paying attention, because they’re either racing across the airport to catch a plane that is about to taxi or so far gone from airport languor that they wouldn’t notice if you ran them over with your suitcase. Plus, you’re never going to see these people again, so if you make a complete fool of yourself – who cares? This realization is quite freeing when you’re lugging an overstuffed duffel bag around and would rather just drag it by the strap (I’m not speaking from personal experience, obviously).
I have visited a handful of airports, and they all have a very distinct flavor to them. Some airports are homey, others industrial-looking, others run-down. Some are small and compact, some are large and sprawling, and some are just plain confusing. Some are pared down to the essentials, some have every shop imaginable. A few that I’ve been to even include a nod to history with a display or a statue. A short layover in a new airport is stressful; a long layover in a new airport, however, is a chance to explore and to soak up this new flavor.
At the end of the day, flying is what it is. I’m thankful for it, because it is faster and more convenient (in some ways). The flying itself no longer holds the excitement for me that it did when I first flew, but I will never cease to enjoy visiting yet another new airport and checking it off my mental list. It isn’t the same as traveling to another country or even to another state, but it has an appeal all its own.
Honestly, anything would be preferable
New millennial jargon seems to arise everyday, one of the newest being “daddy." While people have always said things like “sugar daddy" or “come to daddy" (which sounds a tad creepy to me...okay, a lot creepy), now just referring to an attractive man or one's boyfriend/husband as simply “daddy" has become the norm. *Gag*
I, for one, am utterly baffled by this “pet name," if it can be called such. I'd like to reserve “daddy" for my actual father, not someone I'd want to have a romantic relationship with or think is exceptionally attractive. Yes, I'd want a partner to have similar qualities to my dad, but I don't want them to be one and the same. With that being said, here are 15 things I'd rather call a handsome fellow--some normal, others strange, but all superior to the nauseating "daddy":
Grease makes calling a guy "stud" one of the coolest compliments out there.
Or a hottie lamottie with a swimmer's body.
3. A dreamboat
Maybe it seems odd to bestow the title of an inanimate object that glides through water upon someone you find desirable, but it's far better than the familial alternative.
If he looks like he's carved from marble and shines like the golden sun, then compare him to the stunning Greek gods to express how gorgeous you find him. Think about it, would he rather be almighty Zeus or "daddy"?
Even though Romeo's end was not a happy one, at least he wasn't calling Juliet “mommy" before he died.
6. Love muffin
Yes, I'd rather he be a sweet, crumbly baked good filled with berries or chocolate chips than “daddy."
Classic. Just forget about the pig with the same name.
8. Prince Charming
This kind of charming:
Not this kind:
(Though Chris Pine is great.)
No, not the one attached to the ocean, or the Danish meaning of the word.
10. Good Lookin'
Culinary terms > "daddy"
Is he a ghost coming to scare you on Halloween? Is he the love of your life? Who knows? As long as he's not “daddy," I'm fine.
14. My precious
Totally, one hundred percent creepy? Yes. Less creepy than "daddy"? Absolutely.
Why not go old school and just call your boyfriend, boyfriend? (Or hubby if you're married.)
Note: if she had said "daddy," the audience would have mistakenly thought her actual father would come beat them up if they didn't comply.
Other preferable pet names include, but are not limited to: sweetie, snookum, baby cakes, dumpling, dragon, lamp, chair, butter, dirt, lake, pillow, blueberry, pencil, and literally every other word that exists in the world, excluding "daddy."
How I lost my certainty of the future.
Last year, I knew exactly what I would be doing with my life. Not just what major I wanted, although, I did know exactly what I was going to major in during college. I went further, though, and knew exactly what I wanted to do with it. I aimed to be a book editor and use my French and English majors to go into technical editing after going to grad school. Yet this semester, disenchantment hit. I had no clue what I wanted to do with my life anymore. I still loved the idea of being a book editor. I still loved reading. I just couldn't feel any passion towards the courses I had to take this semester. They were amazing, but they didn't excite me the way courses I would love should. They didn't inspire feelings of amazement at how awesome my major is. It was then I realized maybe my major wasn't for me.
Anyone looking at me or talking to me could see the marked difference in how secure I felt about the future. Last year at advising with my French advisor, I came fully prepared with my whole scheduled planned to a t. I knew exactly what I would be doing in the future and had a plan set up for study abroad. I even had which courses I would take when planned so that there was no confusion I would graduate on time. This year my advisor had to practically drag me through the process of selecting my courses. The process was a mess. She picked almost all my classes for me because I simply no longer had any clue what I wanted to take. After I realized my uncertainty would only make me more anxious for my future, I went to the Career Center where I narrowed my search by finding majors and jobs that not only fit who I am, but who I want to be. I still have a lot of options, and I'm focusing mostly on getting my general education classes out of the way and experiencing as much as possible to narrow my search even further.
The worst part about this for me is not the work I have to put in to figure out where my life is headed now, though there is a lot of work that goes into figuring out what classes to take when you aren't on a specific path with courses laid out in a nice, neat order. The hardest for me is the uncertainty. Everyone in college seems to know where they are going, and how they plan to get there. They are preparing for the real world and doing so in decisive and ready movements. And here I am confused and unready. But the important thing for me to remember--and I strive to remind myself of this everyday--is that I may not be ready today, but that's the point of college: to get ready, and remember that people are all starting at different places of readiness so there is no need to compare myself to them.
1. Brittany Morgan, National Writer's Society
2. Radhi, SUNY Stony Brook
3. Kristen Haddox, Penn State University
4. Jennifer Kustanovich, SUNY Stony Brook
5. Clare Regelbrugge, University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign