Hardly Normal: Why First-Years Could Be Tufts’ Best Worst Enemy

I’d opened too many webpages congratulating me on being the 1000th visitor, telling me I was entitled to a free laptop or a $500 Amazon gift card, alerting me of hot singles in my area, to not be at first skeptical. But when I received this message in March 2017, notions of web-safety fell to

Delivering Justice

In the early 20th century, traditional midwives in the United States were under attack. Certified physicians were in the midst of a campaign that aimed to turn public opinion against midwifery—painting the providers as ignorant and dangerous. One newspaper ran an ad depicting a “typical” Italian immigrant midwife with the caption: “They bring with them

Bridging Disability and Mental Illness

Visiting Disablity Studies lecturer Lydia X. Z. Brown, otherwise known as Autistic Hoya, defines ableism as the “oppression, prejudice, stereotyping, or discrimination against Disabled people,” in addition to the belief that non-Disabled people’s lives are superior, have a better quality of life, or have lives that are more valuable than Disabled people’s lives. While many

Putting in the Work: Reframing Emotional Labor

The headline reads: “Woman Decides It’s Too Much Labor to Describe the Concept of Emotional Labor.” This is from Reductress, a feminist satire news site. It’s not a serious article, but it’s funny because we’ve heard people say this and mean it—people we respect, love, and value deeply. Every once and awhile, an article gets

Redrawing Boston

Amazon’s job listing website describes Boston as, “One of the oldest cities in the US… an international center of education, medicine, and technology. The city is also known for its devoted sports fans and award-winning news publications.” This is a standard characterization of Boston. There is nothing unique about describing Boston as old, as tech-focused,

Yang Sheng Lin, A Somebody

the rice in his plastic lunchbox, he ate it all. seasoned by overnight soy sauce, the off-putting burnt white marked him like the typhoon mud on hand-me-downs as he walked along rice paddies, coins in his pockets, worn.                                        He wished he had pork, actual slices, you know.   years later, by the temple he