When we first sat down to plan the fashion issue, we reflected on our experiences as Georgetown students. At first, we thought of our daily routines as a masquerade ball, a celebration that descends from the Catholic tradition in Venice. Hiding behind masks, people do what they otherwise wouldn’t before the paucity of Lent arrives….
I don’t wear orange. Peach—perhaps; coral—risky; sienna—within consideration, but pure orange? The color of carrots and pumpkins, ubiquitous in autumnal decoration and street signage? Absolutely not. To be clear, no trauma accompanies my orange-phobia. Rather, the conspicuous gap between red and yellow in my color-coordinated closet comes from a vague place of aesthetic criticism: simply…
In the mid-19th century, Charles Frederick Worth created haute couture, the highest level of fashion, which emphasized the merits of clothing beyond mere utility. Designers had to couple knowledge of dressmaking with a mind for innovative styles. In 1945, the industry codified a set of standards to define the requirements for the haute couture label….
It’s no secret that newspapers across the country have been going out of print at alarming rates. In our own backyard, The Washington Post’s Express stopped printing on Sept. 12, and The Diamondback, the University of Maryland’s student newspaper, ended its print run as of Sept. 30. Most recently, The Hilltop, Howard University’s student newspaper,…
This past summer, the Working Group on Reforms to the Senate Ethics and Oversight Committee prepared a report to propose solutions to many structural limitations that have undermined the Ethics Committee’s ability to provide proper oversight over GUSA. In the coming days, the Senate will consider a bill that will co-opt many of the suggestions…
Underneath the signature honking nose of each man in my family is a resolute, standalone moustache. There is no beard, no soul patch, just pure ’stache. None of us look like Tom Selleck in Magnum, P.I. either, no; we all bear a sort of bristly, stubborn facial hair. Something about those preposterous whiskers is genuine…
SNAP stands for Student Neighborhood Assistance Program, but over the years, the acronym has turned into a verb with a less-than-positive connotation. To be “SNAPsed,” in Georgetown students’ vernacular, doesn’t mean to be assisted. It describes an unpleasant, frustrating, and often demeaning experience. The program’s goals are noble—It aims to foster safety, respect, and peace…
“I want to buy you something you’ll actually keep … Don’t you want something more appropriate for your age?” Those are just two of the things my great-aunt told me two years ago in Blackwell’s bookstore in London. She didn’t mean to be rude or hurtful, she was just expressing her disapproval of my reading…
If someone were to sustain a traumatic injury in D.C.’s Anacostia neighborhood, the ambulance ride to the nearest qualified hospital could take as long as 30 minutes. That is because there are no trauma centers in Southeast D.C., despite the fact that rapid transport is essential to patients’ survival rate. This editorial board believes Southeast…
“It’s like they decided to build a city out of children, and then watch what happens. It’s just so weird!” That’s how a freshman friend of mine described the strange experience of living on Georgetown’s campus. With thousands of barely adult undergraduate students packed into its residence halls, our campus might not qualify as a…