The implications of failing to fully re-authorize this bill extend past current and future victims of domestic violence — although, according to the CDC, this category encompasses a staggering one in three U.S. women. Violence against women acts in deeper ways, as it systematically denies women equal participation in society through fear and pseudo-protective measures that continue to push them into the private sphere.
PSAFE’s mission is “community caretaking.” We are here for the community through services like transports to University Health Services, lockouts, car battery jumps, and many other activities. Our police officers, security officers and dispatchers are all interested in being helpful and serving as a resource for the community.
Despite reports of bikes and jackets being stolen on campus and the occasional flashing event on the towpath, Princeton feels like the safest place on earth. So safe that laptops and phones are left alone at Frist Campus Center for hours, and 5-foot-2-inch girls like me don’t even think twice about going for a run at night. But should we?
We must face the reality that all women are fighting daily — not for a gun, not even for an abortion, but for a tiny, legal pill.
Sure, the chairs are pretty, but, lovely as they look, the wood is just plain hard and sitting on it for more than ten minutes just plain hurts.
I promise you study enough. I promise you work hard enough. I promise you deserve more breaks than you would ever give yourself. Stay late. End up wherever the day takes you. Make plans if and only if you are willing to break them.
For the sake of the squirrels, and for our own interests as well, the University should replace all outdoor lidless trash cans with other models that feature a lid or cover.
Without art, scientists and others would have no way to visualize and understand the fundamental concepts which govern our daily lives, from the largest objects in the universe to the smallest subatomic particle.
This piece is a response to an editorial in The Daily Princetonian by Gabe Lipkowitz ’19 entitled “There is no art of science.” I consider Lipkowitz a close friend and recognize that he wishes to promote discussion by deliberately taking a bold stance. But his latest article, in my opinion, takes a stance much closer to ridiculous.
While I understand that Bob Hugin now argues that he has changed and grown, I’d like to see him make that argument as a private citizen, not as a University Trustee. I simply do not trust him to adhere to the values that the University now espouses; he should be asked to resign as a Trustee.
These pictures are not art. More broadly, there is no “art of science.” And to say there is constitutes an insult to and assault on the special qualities of artistic pursuits.
Every year, when Yom Kippur, the Jewish Day of Atonement, rolls around, I find myself staring at a list of people I’ve offended. It takes me hours to put it together; I go through my phone contacts, Facebook, and even class rosters to mark everyone I’ve annoyed, hurt, or disappointed. The process has become automatic at this point, but it’s nonetheless unpleasant. I don’t enjoy being reminded of all the times I’ve screwed up.
In an op-ed yesterday, fellow student Sam Aftel offered his insight into the interplay of campus free speech. I must dissent quite strongly from much of what he says.
