ruth be told, I’m not a big fan of rom-coms. The only ones I do enjoy watching are for their nostalgic value, i.e. 13 Going on 30 or A Cinderella Story. I was in high school when I first saw Marc Webb’s 2009 rom-com 500 Days of Summer. Being the oh-so-cynical edgelord teenager that I was, I immediately dismissed it as a stupid romance that I’d hate and proceeded to make fun of every trope I saw in it until the two friends I was watching it with told me to please shut up. Little did I know that as I was mocking director Mark Webb for using these tropes, they were being deconstructed before my very eyes.
Yet a new contender for Wiseau’s title has risen from whatever Tartarean pit produces these delusional movie makers—and his name is Neil Breen.
It was a bright and unusually warm Sunday morning in January when I woke up hungover and in need of sustenance. I ventured across campus—a full half a mile, mind you!—to get myself a snack at the vending machine in our beloved McGinley building.
Despite its rather barbaric origins, most people would agree that Thanksgiving is about family, celebration, and togetherness. However, no matter how kind we may be, there’s always company that we’d rather avoid than extend a hand to. This year, families were forced to deal with a particularly unwelcome guest at their Thanksgiving tables––an outbreak of the newest strand of E. coli.
By January 2019, per Governor Andrew Cuomo’s 2016-17 State Budget legislation, “big employers”–– companies that have 11 or more employees–– will be obligated to pay their workers at least $15 an hour. This is a $2 raise from the previous $13 established in early 2018, and will be one of many steps Cuomo has taken to ensure that all workers in New York are paid a living wage. Fordham University, then, as a so-designated “big employer”, would have to raise its student workers’ wages accordingly. However, according to an email from SAGES (Students for Sex and Gender Equity and Safety) a few weeks ago, both Fordham’s Student Employment Office and its Human Resources Management had other plans.
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Hey, Father McShane: Stop Attaching Importance to Meaningless University Rankings
As someone who wanted to start their summer off productively, I decided to binge-watch all nine seasons of The Office (slightly less if you consider the fact that seasons 1 and 4 were less than 20 episodes long). For those of you somehow not familiar with the show (in which case, stop reading and start watching),was a show on NBC that aired from 2005 to 2013, spanning 201 episodes in all. It stars such comedians as Steve Carrell, Ed Helms, Rainn Wilson, and Jenna Fischer and takes on the gutsy task of creating comedy out of the mundane and soulless office environment that most middle-class Americans are familiar with.
It was a chilly, but cloudless day, on March 14th, when members of the Fordham community––following in the footsteps of over 30,000 other students across the nation––gathered on Edward’s Parade to commemorate the one-month anniversary of the shooting that took place on Valentine’s Day at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. As the Keating bells struck 10, crowds of students and staff members filed out of classroom buildings and clustered by the fence facing the Lombardi Center to stand in solidarity with the victims of the shooting, as well as the students actively fighting for urgently-needed gun reform laws.
Last Saturday, I had the opportunity––nay, the privilege––to see the long-awaited finale of the Fifty Shades of Grey franchise. With Fifty Shades Freed finally adapted for and released on the silver screen, this trilogy of sin is complete at last. The film itself is nothing short of a masterpiece––awkward cinematography, agonizingly clumsy line delivery, and some of the most cringe-worthy writing I have personally ever witnessed make this movie among of the finest of its genre. All fifteen people in the movie theater I attended, especially the sixty-year-old man who kept shushing my friends and I, were on the edge of our seats, completely enthralled by the performances. But this delightful little film wasn’t merely entertaining. Were Sir Philip Sidney (God rest his soul) still with us, he would have been proud of Fifty Shades Freed’s ability to delight and to teach. Here is but a small list of life lessons, in no particular order, that I have picked up from the final installment of the timeless trilogy that is Fifty Shades of Grey.