What is a performative male? The term has been circulating amongst  the internet and Sarah Lawrence campus. It’s often defined as men that drink matcha, “read” feminist literature, listen to Clairo or have a tote bag, all in the hopes of getting women.

Last year, rather than going trick-or-treating or to a random party, my friends and I found ourselves on a yacht for Halloween. It felt like a clear signal: my adolescence was slipping away, and I was stepping into a new chapter as a classy young woman.

A few months ago, I had a crush on a beautiful girl named Rooney. This weekend, I found myself hooking up with her brother Jude, a recent culinary school graduate.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art is a place I went to a million times as a kid but had not visited recently until this winter break on a first date with Finch. At the time, I thought the Met was the perfect spot to meet someone because there were endless conversation starters. However, as we went through the exhibits, I struggled to keep a conversation because I found the various art pieces triggering memories of the different exes throughout the year.

The energy was thrilling, everyone was hot, and the music was electrifying. As I stepped into Henrietta Hudson with Sara, my best friend and a newly single lesbian, we were ready to meet our future wives.

I hung out with my friends. We found ourselves surrounded by fluorescent lights, mildewed carpets, and chipped wallpaper. You guessed it: a Chuck E. Cheese—the place with a million opportunities to have fun. As we played the games, trying not to trip over running kids and hearing tickets coming out of games, the smell of cardboard pizza encircled us. We received a few stares from the adults, but it did not stop us from acting like whoever we wanted to be for the day: a basketball player, a dancer, or a motorcycle rider. 

It is not just a building. It is not a house for books. It is not just a place where some people have class sometimes. It is a sacred space, dedicated to knowledge and the pursuit of it, a space where many of us create our best work, our best selves. The Library, with all its nooks and crannies, all secluded spaces, and undiscovered potential, may be the only place on campus where we can go to find out, through uninterrupted work, who it is we want to be once we leave it. 

I was sitting in a circle with 11 other student volunteers in the walk-in closet of an Airbnb somewhere in South Philly. We had just listened to the Sunrise Movement staff discuss strategies for post-election action. After hearing the anticipated risks of every outcome, a lengthy pause seemed to reverberate around the room, someone’s shallow breaths echoing in the small space. The discussion leader led a grounding exercise.

Former President Donald Trump, clad with a kitchen apron, served french fries out of the McDonald’s drive-thru window in Philadelphia on Oct. 20. A hilarious portrayal of the billionaire-businessman, taking this new ‘job’ signifies more than an edifying campaign photo op. 

Combating the central campaign focus of Vice President Kamala Harris and simultaneously digging at Kamala Harris’s past employment, the Trump campaign is working to broaden their horizons and make his exorbitantly wealthy background far more palatable to the American middle class.

In my 21 years of life, that was the first time I truly felt seen by a medical professional. So many people are ignored and have their pain and experiences dismissed, but it shouldn’t be this way. I know who I am. You know who you are. You are the expert on your own body. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. 

I fear that for every “Heartstopper,” there will be a “Love, Simon.” Queer representation in the media is undeniably a good thing. That said, it is possible to do more harm than good when said queer representation is written for a straight audience.

People commonly ask two questions: first, which is better: Tinder or Hinge? Second, are dating apps even worth it—or is it just better to meet people in person? Fortunately, I tried all three options this summer, and the answer might surprise you.

Sarah wants to hear everything you have to say: what you can’t ask your friends, what your mind wanders to during lectures, what you are dying to have an answer to when you can’t quite seem to get to one yourself. Responses will come weekly. Spill your guts and let Sarah mop them up.

If Elvis is the grand mythos of the performer, Priscilla is the grounded look into the person. Based on the 1985 autobiography Elvis and Me, the 2023 biopic recounts Priscilla Beaulieu's (Cailee Spaeny) transformation into Mrs. Presley, examining their relationship through the eyes of a young girl trying to make sense of this "king" figure as well as herself.

It’s me, hi. If you’re the kind of person who hates Taylor Swift so much that you also dislike her fans or the discussion that surrounds her, I am likely not your favorite person.