Parks and Rec will also always remind me of the coolness, calmness and contentment of a windy summer night under foreign comforters that became my own when I realized what it means to have a favorite TV show.
It was a place where it was OK that I felt guilty after eating or wanted to cry because I hated my body. But it was also a place where I could feel proud of myself.
HONY transcends barriers. Few pages on Facebook have such a diverse array of "likes" among my Facebook friends. Whether you consider yourself an athlete, a theater lover or a literature buff, everyone is human.
Hi, my name is Madonna. Now before you jump to conclusions, I'd like to first explain that no, I was not named after the artist. I don't blame your curiosity though. Every time I introduce myself, I always get some kind of reaction.
Picture this: Your life's going normally, maybe even awesomely, when suddenly, it happens -- something huge, something heavy, something that shoves your world into a blender. And weirdly, it does not come with a manual on how to cope. Now what?
There is a system of trust between my generation and the Hollywood directors that in movies based on historical events, especially ones that took place decades before our lifetimes, the essential facts of the stories are correct.
Yet, just as Batman has his utility belt, I have my EpiPen. The EpiPen may as well be tattooed on to my skin, as it still travels with me everywhere I go. In my opinion, this should be the same for every severely allergic person.
Unfortunately, many high school students are continually looking to the future for new opportunities and don't spend enough time introspecting and self-evaluating. Whether it's once a day, once a week or once a month, that time spent looking over the past is invaluable.
Instead of pointing out who is or isn't "feminist enough," I think we should work together. We should have each other's backs. After all, we're stronger as a unit than we are when we're divided.
Growing up, with Western parents and living in a fairly Western society, has made me feel rather 'Western.' However, my mother thought that it was still important for me to stay connected to my 'roots.'
I'm not just a fan of the game: I'm a 13-year-old, 5'4'' offensive guard who takes on mostly boys twice my size. I just finished playing my eighth and final season in the Philadelphia-area Catholic Youth Organization (CYO) football program. Unfortunately, it hasn't come without a fight.
It's extraordinarily exciting to see feminism growing within the teenage population because of Tumblr and Twitter and the Internet in general, but it seems to foster a sort of feminism that focuses entirely on very one sided issues, instead of a broader picture.
I've finally gotten to the point where I can look in a mirror and smile at my reflection, instead of wishing for something to change. Now that I finally have that sense of self-esteem, I don't mind sharing myself with the world.
Someone sent me a pic of Kylie Jenner wearing a shirt saying "I'm somebody's DUFF" and it made me sad. Why? Because I think being a DUFF is a state of mind.
It's one thing for a school to offer private facilities for students who identify as gender-neutral or are not comfortable using male- or female-designated facilities because of their gender identity. But to force all transgender students to do so is, in fact, a definite breach in privacy.
I'm not sure if I was simply too young to grasp what my dad must've been going through when he went to war. Perhaps it was simply impossible for me to imagine my father being anything other than the man who I ate dinner with every night.