Lana is currently a third-year BBA student at Brock University. She was born in Ethiopia, but has lived in Burundi, Sudan, Kenya, and the United States as well, before coming to Canada for university as a Permanent Resident. She is 21 years old and her interests include drawing, reading, writing, yoga, music, and kickboxing. Some issues that are of great interest to her include travel, humanitarian aid, mental health, art, philosophy, and history.

Eating Disorders in Males

Flip open almost any magazine today and you’re bound to see at least a few glossy images of a pouty, 90-pound white woman rocking some kind of outlandish ensemble (do people even wear any of that in the real world?). Walk past a store window and the mannequins will likely be sculpted goddesses that don’t

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Hyperbole Culture

“I’m literally dead right now” is how most people these days choose to express that they find something funny. “LMAOOO I’M CRYINGG OMGGG” is a common response to a meme that might make one crack a smile. “Snatch my weave and drag me on the floor until I die” is an actual thing that I heard someone say

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Hotline Bling and the Patriarchy

July 31, 2015. To some, it was just another day. And yet, to those who worship the 6ix God, and soon the general population, this became another momentous victory for the Torontonian rap superstar. This was the day that “Hotline Bling,” in all its glory, was unleashed upon the world. The song’s smooth soca beat

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Madam Mope

“It’s okay to be discouraged, to say ‘I can’t see’ or ‘I can’t feel’ or ‘I’m tired,’” the disjointed voice came through the phone sounding crackly and sleep-deprived. It was only 9:11p.m. Was it my imagination, or did this fluffy French-accented voice sound exasperated with me? I sensed it was time to wrap it up.

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Twenty 000 nights on the bay (Poem)

who do you think you are a thing, disheveled, unkempt no longer standing what is left of you but the name that you give yourself the name that you give me false reckonings in the gloom Falling falling nothing exempts black, white-hot flames eating at you worrying the rivets of your bones shade corrupts, light

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In Defense of Loneliness

There is something to be said for loneliness. To be clear, loneliness is not merely the act of being alone. Loneliness can be experienced in a crowd– in my experience, more often so. There is a theory that I’ve come across a few times in the endless labyrinth that is the Internet. The theory goes

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Transitioning to new culture

Growing up, I always had the sense that I was very privileged to have what I had. My parents, coming from the archetypal African households, made it their priority to impress upon me that the things I had were exclusive to only few– even what I believed to be basic comforts such as food, clothing,

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