Don't let them get you down. Be cheeky, wild and wonderful.

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I’m a nerd, but not in the useful “you’ll all be working for me one day when I invent jet packs” way. I’m a nerd in the “I have very strong opinions about history and literature and will yell them at you if you give me even the slightest opportunity” way. And that one does not pay well.

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Goose gone missing

Time is supposed to heal all wounds. It should be getting better. But it doesn’t. And it probably never will.

They say that love conquers it all – maybe in romance books it does, but not in reality. Not when the main character ruined it all by simply walking away, while the other character just stood there watching. That’s not what’s supposed to happen. But it did.

Love is no fairy tale. It’s brutal and it’s cruel and worst of all – it never stops. There are no second chances once the curtain falls. No matter how hard you wish for it.

Time never stops the unconscious need to search for a certain face in every crowd. It never soothes the pain of not finding said face. Time also never heals the disappointment of never seeing a certain pair of sparkeling lavender-eyes again. It just doesn’t.

Love is not a lie – it’s true and strong and cruel. And apparently it also is forever. Because no one ever made my heart skip a beat like you did. And after so many years I’m beginning to suspect, no one ever will.

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Columbia student will carry her mattress until her rapist exits school
September 2, 2014

While most students at Columbia University will spend the first day of classes carrying backpacks and books, Emma Sulkowicz will start her semester on Tuesday with a far heavier burden. The senior plans on carrying an extra-long, twin-size mattress across the quad and through each New York City building – to every class, every day – until the man she says raped her moves off campus.

“I was raped in my own bed,” Sulkowicz told me the other day, as she was gearing up to head back to school in this, the year American colleges are finally, supposedly, ready to do something about sexual assault. “I could have taken my pillow, but I want people to see how it weighs down a person to be ignored by the school administration and harassed by police.”

Sulkowicz is one of three women who made complaints to Columbia against the same fellow senior, who was found “not responsible” in all three cases. She also filed a police report, but Sulkowicz was treated abysmally – by the cops, and by a Columbia disciplinary panel so uneducated about the scourge of campus violence that one panelist asked how it was possible to be anally raped without lubrication.

So Sulkowicz joined a federal complaint in April over Columbia’s mishandling of sexual misconduct cases, and she will will hoist that mattress on her shoulders as part savvy activism, part performance art. “The administration can end the piece, by expelling him,” she says, “or he can, by leaving campus.”

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As painful as I know the constant reminder of attending school with her rapist must be, I’m glad she won’t be the only one forced to remember. I hope the rapist drops out immediately…or better yet, I hope he faces the justice he deserves. 

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This woman is my fucking hero.

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