At the moment, the reputation of Christians in public life is disastrous. Religious people are often seen as fanatical fundamentalists, leading massive hate campaigns complete with picket signs and boycotts.
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Last month, the infamous tiger mom Amy Chua and her husband Jed Reubenfeld released another book that elicited controversy. The Yale Law professors’ latest book, “The Triple Package,” provides a theory and evidence as to why certain minority groups seem to succeed in the United States.
My mom has the softest hands. I was never sure as to why or how. It was an enigma to me. As far as I knew, she didn’t use any special moisturizer or lotion. I was surprised every time I held her hand, the skin all silky smooth. Her hands have been through so much, you’d expect them to be rough, crooked and ugly. But for some reason they’re not. My mother has beautiful hands.
News broke last week that Tesla, a California-based electric car company, had been banned from selling cars in several states due to lobbying pressure from existing car dealers. Though both sides in the debate are quick to claim they are fighting for a “free market,” there’s hypocrisy on both sides.
During the first year of his two-term Presidency, Bill Clinton waxed eloquent when signing the Religious Freedom Restoration Act into law. The President forcefully warned of judicially-created dangers to Americans’ religious freedom. A lawyer himself, President Clinton addressed the nation not only in legal and constitutional terms but spoke more broadly into American culture.
Fred Phelps, Sr. is dead. This piece of information is undeniably true. Phelps will never again raise a ruckus about how much “God hates fags,” which he has vehemently spouted and touted on picket signs at too many protests to count. What remains up in the air is whether or not the American public is handling his death appropriately.
“OK, this time I’m not going to cry. I promise, promise, promise!” So goes my spiel each time the movie “Marley and Me” is popped into the DVD player. From 2008 to the present day, I have yet to watch the dog-book-turned-movie without ending up a blubbering mess of tears, tangled hair and snot on the floor.
March Madness is about to be in full swing. With the performance the men’s team displayed throughout the final stretch of regular season play and the conference tournament, the No. 6 seed has Baylor Nation hyped up for the big dance.
If the Nobel Peace Prize wants to save its reputation, considering Vladimir Putin for the usually prestigious award is another step in the wrong direction. While Putin is in the running to be named a “champion of peace,” he is trying to forcibly annex Crimea, an autonomous republic in Ukraine.
Before he was born, many people did. Anti-abortion groups did. Churches did. Protesters did. And lawmakers did. Florida, for instance, requires that a woman undergo an ultrasound before getting an abortion, and the provider must offer her the option of viewing the image.
In a few short weeks, another senior class at Baylor will embark into the real world, with many accepting jobs as professionals in various fields around the country and world.
Imagine you are a single mother or father working a minimum wage job to care for you and your three children.
You make $7.25 each hour, maxed out at 40 hours a week, as a part-time employee. Before taxes, that brings you to $290 in earnings in one week, or about $1,160 in one month (approximately four weeks).
It’s about that time in the college basketball season when every game counts more and teams are closely examined to determine who will make the final 68 and advance into the NCAA Tournament.
Kissy faces, selfies, flexed muscles and drunken dance moves are all the rage now for photos on social media sites such as Facebook and Instagram. What many people, including college students, don’t realize is that these pictures are a reflection of yourself in your past, present and future as well as any groups to which you may belong.
College alcoholism is anchored in the powerful illusion of the attractive drunk — the young college student with a bit of money in his pocket, little responsibility and a selfish recklessness that appears as a zest for life.
Retirement is just something our parents have to worry about. After all, we’re a good 45 years away from our golden years. But according to the U.S. Department of Labor and USA Today, the statistics about retirement are daunting enough to raise my 22-year-old eyebrows.
Stereotypes are everywhere. The color of your skin, your religion, your age, occupation and even your hair color make you subject to stereotyping.
Some can be hurtful to you emotionally, some can even hurt your ability to get a job, and there are also some that are just annoying, but either way they affect your life in some way.
Currently, a woman Marine Corps candidate can choose either pull-ups or the less physically taxing flexed-arm hang to demonstrate her upper body strength. The physiology of the female body makes pull-ups more difficult for the average woman than the average man.
We’re becoming a culture of zombies without guts. We mindlessly wander through life hoping to run across something to stimulate us. We shy away from responsibility, yet we still feed ourselves with a constant bombardment of trivial social media posts, celebrity stories and the latest fashions.
While sitting down with Greg Abbott at Vitek’s, surrounded by Texas memorabilia, I can easily see why he is well on the way to be the next governor of Texas.
Abbott understands the legitimate need of the party to become a “big tent” and appeal to other groups.
On Aug. 7, 1930, two young black men were lynched in Marion, Ind.
A photographer named Lawrence Beitler had a studio across the street from the lynching tree. He came out and snapped what became an iconic photo, which he made into a postcard and sold. It shows Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith hanging dead and their executioners, faces clearly visible, milling about as if at a picnic. Though authorities possessed this damning photographic evidence, they never arrested anyone for the crime. It was officially attributed to “persons unknown.”
Before last summer, I considered myself an up-against-the-wall right wing conservative ready to shoot down anyone with my proverbial concealed weapon. Now, I’m willing to give the other side a fair listen.
Saturday night is full of debauchery — the fake ID gets her drinks at the restaurant. The drinks get the crude words flowing with his friends. His drunken alter-ego gives him confidence to hit on the girl at the bar and take her home. They wake up with a hangover, maybe even still drunk, but two hours later, they are on the fifth row of the Sunday service.
Waiters and waitresses are like parents.
A wedding is one of the most memorable events in a person’s entire life.
I think pretty much anything and everything there is to be said about the topic of marriage and the LGBT community has been said. My opinion probably carries much less credibility than many others’ opinions do. I’ll quote Forrest Gump: “I don’t know much about anything.”
As intensive as the campaigns of 2012 were, it never seemed as if we got to know the real Mitt Romney.
A new documentary, however, fills in those holes and gives us a moving description of the man who almost became president. Some might say, why focus on Romney now? His time has come and gone. He’s old news, damaged goods.
I was in the house to cover Baylor playing No. 8 Kansas in Waco on Feb. 4. The Jayhawks are a team that always gets a reaction from fans, and it was no different that day.
A few days ago, while eating lunch in the sub, I heard “Here Comes the Sun” by the Beatles, and I was immediately taken back to my childhood.
Newspapers are dying, but inquiring minds don’t need to suffer. There’s hope for the gentrifying Fourth Estate, if fewer folks are concerned about turning a buck.
The dialogue about information in an Internet age, globalization and that general connectedness many people of the 21st century have in common is fascinating. It is overwhelming. It is ambitious for a school paper’s editorial column, but hear me out on this caveat.
