Author: Sarah Merriman

I remember with a fond shudder the time I shotgunned a Corona on East 13th Street in New York City’s Chinatown at 2 a.m. I was with my cousin, and …

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“They made a mistake.” “They didn’t understand what they were doing.” “They were drunk. Let’s blame the alcohol.” In the past four years of being involved in the fight against …

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It’s my party, I’ll pout if I want to: a sort-of satire. Oh, hello, International Women’s Day. I didn’t see you there. This is probably because every other day of …

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I find myself in the wake of a week that almost took me out. No, not because of a raucous birthday celebration (I’m now 21+1, pop the champagne) or because …

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Hello, dear readers. My name is Sarah, and I’ll be your resident feminist guide this semester, blogging each week on a little slice of “things that need to be fixed” …

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Biddy. What a strange word, that. According to the ever-reliable Urban Dictionary, a “biddy” is a coupon used at McDonald’s in Australia…and a hot girl. Most BU students, though, are probably …

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