Browsing: Points of View

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.”

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.

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.

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.

Imagine yourself on a futuristic bullet train, blazing through the countryside at 200 miles per hour. On the inside, you’re relaxing in a comfortable seat with Wi-Fi and a cold drink. The ticket was quite cheap, and the train isn’t very crowded. Sounds too good to be true?

It’s hard to imagine the NBA without David Stern, isn’t it? For three decades, Stern has been arguably the most powerful individual in American sports, seemingly with a hand in every part of the game. With his departure, his legacy should be that of the best commissioner in the history of American sports.

“Oh my gosh, I’m totally gluten-intolerant too!” This statement is heard more than a classic Beatles song these days.

The majority of these claims are made because eating gluten-free is “trendy” and not because this person has a real allergy to wheat. Why people would want to diagnose themselves as being gluten-intolerant is a mystery to me.

There are about two kinds of Germans that the average American knows of, at least from what I’ve witnessed. Those are the Nazi soldiers, and Augustus Gloop from “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.” As a person of German heritage who loves the German culture, I find this frustrating.

Super Bowl XLVIII should not be played outdoors at MetLife Stadium in East Rutherford, N.J. The pinnacle of professional football should not be a game subject to giving one team a decided advantage over another.

Baylor Stadium or McLane Stadium, the name attached to our new football field should not be the center of a debate on whether to ‘thank’ the McLane family.

As an observer sitting in the Student Senate meeting last Thursday, I was confounded as senior student senator Trenton Garza explained students’ view on this move to be somewhat “controversial” on the part of our university regents. Garza essentially argued that the bill, “thanking” the McLane family for their generous donation by using the McLane moniker on the stadium, should not be passed because the use of his namesake was not a condition of the McLane family’s philanthropic deed.

With hair teased bigger than Texas, earrings so large they have to be held on with glue and not one, but two pairs of fake eyelashes weighing down my eyelids, you probably would have judged me to be exactly what I looked like, a hopeful Texas beauty queen.

I am a South African exchange student who is in Waco for the semester. I flew over here on the large ostrich Africans use for intercontinental travel and was intrigued to see how long it would take before I was asked my first “Mean Girls” question.

Twas’ Christmas season some several years ago when we collected, close and cozy, as the recollections began to flow. We reminisced about the rings of reindeer. We talked of tinker toys. We then shared Santa stories from the spell when he was real. The thrilling time turned tragic when one friend told his tale.

My friend told us the story of the Christmas Eve night he caught his dad putting presents under the tree. His tale of deception was not much different than most. We’ve all experienced that moment when you realize that wasn’t really Santa’s lap you sat on at the mall.

Gosh, I hate finals, but who likes them?

As the last couple days of classes end, Baylor students near the dreaded finals period. It seems that I always get stuck with a final on the last day of finals, so I watch as the campus slowly becomes a ghost town. It is the loneliest feeling in the world waking up on that last gray, cold morning and driving to that last final.