LETTERS FROM THE EDITOR
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The Leaking Pipeline: Gender Disparities in Leadership in the College of Physicians and Surgeons
April 13th, 2018
Two months ago, on the tucked away 15th floor of Columbia’s International Affairs Building, five women from the Commission on the Status of Women take the floor to present a study on the leaking pipeline at the College of Physicians and Surgeons—the first of its kind...
On the Cult of Ginseng
April 6th, 2018
I ground my heel into the patch of lichen clinging to a wayside boulder, about a hundred yards from where my mother stood. She was pointing up to where I could not see. My boot paled under the swinging shadow of overhanging ivy—it was the same green as my home, which sat on the border between town and township, middle and middler class. From this angle, farther up the curved slope of the trail, my mother seemed to have buried her whole hand in the roots of a nearby tree that clung, high above her, to the mountainside...
The Free Speech Debates at Columbia
February 21st, 2018
The first piece I wrote for The Eye was a series of profiles on the leaders of Columbia University College Republicans, Columbia University Democrats, Columbia/Barnard International Socialist Organization, and Columbia University Libertarians. Written in the months following the 2016 presidential election, the piece highlighted the growing political stratification that caused Donald Trump’s election and the way in which that stratification seemed to grow dramatically worse after the political shift—particularly amongst Columbia’s student groups. Yet while these leaders’ opinions on policy were different, they shared many core values—values that revealed a sense of common humanity across the political divides. ..
Losing My Midwesternness
December 8th, 2017
There are few spaces more transient, in between, and decidedly nowhere than airport terminals. I am sitting at my gate at Chicago O’Hare at the end of Thanksgiving break, waiting to board my flight back to New York, shifting back into a New York frame of mind. There are significant differences between the version of me that woke up in Illinois at 4:40 a.m. today and the version of me that will land at LaGuardia. Already, I am quieter, more cautious. My ears, which just a few days ago could pick out the dull Christmas music in every department store, begin to tune out the cacophony. My body makes its way to New York City. My mind curls inward...