Author: Leisha Senko
Merchants of death
Death has never looked so good: glistening new cadillac hearses, intricately carved tombstones and painfully polished mosaic urns line the convention center aisles. In a corner booth, concrete angels with soft, haunting gazes look up and out–guaranteed to catch an…
Journalism: An unrequited loved?
Journalism is broken; that’s what they say. As a J-school student I now know that’s at least partially true. I’ve heard morose fieldwork stories; sat through pleas to abandon ship, and gentle suggestions to lean into PR. Everyone else sure…
How WiFi is ruining education
Oh the horror, the horror of that clicking. The nonstop, sadistic cackling of keyboards, as they join in with tens of others, morphing into a never-ending cacophony of sound. The odd student, with a notepad and pen, stands as an…
Placing blame
They say there are three rules young women must live by: one, never enter a party alone; two, never leave your drink unattended; and three, never follow a man you don’t trust. But lying in that car, the one he’d…
How innovation will end meat production
“Twitter co-founders invest big in vegan meat company.” It’s an anomalous, almost delightfully silly headline, just strange enough to make it in with the other fluff news pieces at six. A plot device made painfully cookie-cutterish, the excitement chalked up…
‘You are Beautiful’: the ugly truths
Let’s face it, a compliment’s persuasive capability is largely lost when it’s delivered via the medium of sticker. It’s safe to assume there are few people on the other side of this argument, however, one case has slipped through the…
Peacocking: style, superficial, or self-expressive?
Peacocking is an illustrious, time-honored tradition. It is the refuge of the elaborate, the joy of the stylish, and at least in popular perception, the bane of the outlier. For so long, the art of dressing up, in an attempt…
Not as dumb as we look
I am a rabid, codependent, near clinically obsessed fan of NBC’s Community. I find myself spontaneously singing Troy and Abed in the morning, lamenting when someone “Britta”s things, and I’ve been known to compliment friends, by informing them, they’re streets…
Why we hate the French
There are few things more painful in this life than handing over a fresh check each new semester. At times, one could almost say it physically hurts, and yet for all the snide comments and dramatic eye rolls, in Ontario…
Going off campus: Exploring the City of Brantford
Brantford is weird. There’s really no way of getting around it, but after a good deal of subjective research, it seems to be one of its most positive attributes. This city; home to a fairly average transit system, a standard…