The Streaming Dilemma
The general public is not buying albums anymore, but rather electing to pay small monthly fees or nothing at all to listen to their favorite songs through these streaming services. But what does this all mean?

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The general public is not buying albums anymore, but rather electing to pay small monthly fees or nothing at all to listen to their favorite songs through these streaming services. But what does this all mean?
What happens when the art that moves us has been created by someone who morally disgusts us? Do their creations reflect their personal choices, or are they separate from the creator?
“It whitewashes a woman of color; it Barbie-fies the body of a woman with disabilities; it plucks the convention-defying unibrow,” said Ankori. It presents a distraction to who she actually was: “A radical, taboo-breaking artist with a passionate socialist political stand.
No matter the reason, it’s unjust for the women’s team to walk to their locker room after winning an exciting overtime game just to see crowds pouring through the door to watch the men’s game that is about to begin.
Victoria Raschi, a junior VMA student, started “Bitchin’ Stitchin” to fulfill her hobby of embroidery and to make money at the same time by selling it.
The truth remains that the college is extremely inaccessible to hundreds of its students––some Emersonians found a way to make it onto the campus, but continue to struggle after arriving.
The winter, especially in Boston, can sometimes feel debilitating—literally. But with the addition of fresh air and sunlight in your daily routine, the world can seem a lot brighter.
At 16, I took Plan B for the first time and was absolutely horrified. I had no idea what it was or what it would do to my body. All I knew was I was deathly scared of getting pregnant.
The sex itself was fine, but I never really knew how to leave, or how to kick him out when it was over.