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Rise of the Machines

American human beings hate their hands and it’s killing me. More to the point: modern Americans would rather wave their hands in front of a sensor than use their digits to open, say, a toilet lid. Or a trash can. Or even turn on a faucet. All in the name…

Social Media’s Double-Edged Sword: The Palatability of Privilege in the Transgender Community | Jane Ninivaggi

In February, of 2014, Blake Brockinton was crowned homecoming king at East Mecklenburg High School in Charlotte, North Carolina, in December he led a march through Charlotte’s uptown advocating for black lives, this upcoming September he planned to attend UNC Charlotte. Yet, in March, Blake committed suicide. Blake, like millions…

My kind of social media

I’m antisocial. Sure, when I’m off at school it’s different. I’m in “people mode” so often that sometimes I forget just how much of an introvert I am. But when I’m home and in a social setting, that’s when I remember. At a party, I’m the one who sits in…

U.S. Government Should “Turn Away” from Their Own Counter-Radicalization Program | Jane Ninivaggi

The White House hosted a Summit on Countering Violent Extremism, during which Obama discussed concrete steps world powers “can take to develop community-oriented approaches to counter hateful extremist ideologies that radicalize, recruit or incite to violence” (Office of the Press Secretary 2015); however, the U.S. government seems to be overstating…

Free* Internet

I read an interesting opinion piece on Wired earlier today regarding Facebook’s “Internet.org,” an ambitious program aimed at connecting millions of off-the-grid individuals to the Internet in ways that could only be dreamed of a decade ago. At face value, it’s an incredible opportunity to provide the incalculable benefits of…

Mileygram

My first girlfriend was a girl named Sara. We’d sit in the preschool hallways, hold hands, and sing “Nightmare Before Christmas” songs to each other. We might have kissed, but I’m not sure and I somehow doubt it. My greatest ambition in life at that time was to marry this…