The Red Herring

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Down on the Farm

I am something of a novelty at McGill, despite the fact that my advisor calls me by number and I have never made eye contact with a professor. You see I am a true blue, born and raised, cow-chasing, tractor driving, honky tonkin’ farm girl. I spent my first seventeen years twenty miles outside of [...]

A Pants Manifesto

A spectre is haunting me. It is the spectre of pants. Listen carefully and you’ll hear the roar of the everywoman and you’ll know by the sound of her grunts that she’s trying to do up her pants. For each woman who’s asked if these pants make her ass look fat, for each man [...]