Culture, justice, health—everything, in some way, connects to food.
Emotion are needed to tell stories genuinely
A few months ago, I was making my bed while listening to the BBC’s Global News Podcast. A reporter began a story describing the effects of the pandemic in India. The numbers horrified me, but it was hard for me to truly understand what they represented.
CSU by-election and town hall expose issues with Concordia’s handling of the pandemic
The CSU’s by-election and town hall highlight weaknesses in Concordia’s handling of the pandemic
City budget an insult after a summer spent demanding change
Black people deserve more. Indigenous people deserve more. Trans people, people with disabilities, people with mental illness, People of Colour, sex workers, and immigrants deserve more. Lives are being lost, and Plante’s administration is funnelling millions of dollars into the pockets of the institution killing the people we’ve been demanding be protected.
U.S. election reminds us the world’s radical problems demand radical solutions
The U.S. election reminds us of the need to call out performative politics and demand transformational change.
How sporadically changing my hair keeps me sane
Everything around me is up in the air, but I can still control my hair.
The Concordia Book Stop was effectively privatized this past June in a partnership deal with Follett, a U.S. company worth $2.7 billion according to its website. This speaks to an impulse that runs counter to what our institution should stand for.
How the Montreal drag scene was formed
Historically, Montrealers have embraced drag with open arms and hemorrhaging wallets.
A first hand recount from an RA
On March 16, 2020, three Concordia students and I, all resident assistants at the Loyola campus, huddled around an iPhone in the Buzz cafeteria. On the screen, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was addressing Canadians, and what he said left the four of us shocked.
Being an advocacy publication means amplifying voices, not speaking for them.
Halfway through the semester and I haven’t learned anything
Someone recently asked me how I felt being halfway through the semester. I had to take a moment to process what they were talking about because there’s absolutely no way we’re midway through fall 2020. I’ve learned nothing.