Valentine’s Day is either an excuse to go on a romantic date with a significant other, a time to gather a group of gal-pals and watch sappy rom-coms, or a reason to treat yourself to that overpriced box of assorted chocolate truffles. Whatever you are planning for Valentine’s Day, I just want to remind you that it is also a time when we can show ourselves a little extra love.
In 1923, the College introduced a new dimension to the Winter Carnival — a beauty pageant. Fittingly titled “Queen of the Snows,” the competition inspired flocks of young and beautiful women to trek to the frigid campus.
Sitting in the library, surrounded by a mountain of textbooks on Theories of Government, I pull out my phone for some momentary distraction. I begin to scroll through my Instagram feed, mindlessly gazing at all of the expertly edited, effortlessly posed pictures that pop up on the screen.
We all have one — the crazy, radical, get-in-your-face uncle, the one you talk to only once a year at Thanksgiving because he makes sure to pull up a chair next to you, smile and ask how you’ve been. You know him — you spend the night trying to dodge any politically charged topic that might propel him into high gear.
Lately, I have noticed a distressing trend: my mom receives more likes on Facebook than I do. Whether she’s posting pictures of her daughters in college, images of her rooftop garden in New York City, snaps of ballet performances or even her own magazine articles, most of her posts are followed by enthusiastic likes and comments from her doting friends.