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The almost-not-pregnant soft smile – essential for all women considering Plan B.
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Story by Kendall Siewert

When Plan B first emerged on the market, it was a major step forward in female contraception. Plan B acknowledged the fact that mistakes in contraception happen, and allowed women the agency to protect themselves against possible pregnancy. But women quickly started to question the high price, and hidden information suggests that Plan B may not work as well as it should for some individuals.

Plan B markets itself as a morning after pill “available for any woman who needs it – with no age restriction.” Simply put, this isn’t true. A single pill costs $50, a prohibitive price for those who don’t have disposable income and a deterrent for those who do. It’s not easy to decipher where this high cost comes from either, apart from explanations of pure corporate greed. When Plan B first hit the market through a company called Teva Pharmaceuticals,a three-year agreement with the FDA granted them exclusive marketing rights. Basically, that meant that until recently, no company could produce a cheaper, generic version of the morning after pill.

Since generics are now available, the problem should be solved. But it isn’t. Most generic morning after pills retail for around $40, still an incredibly high price for a single pill and not much cheaper than the original Plan B. Why did the high cost still persist even after generics hit the market? What is it about Plan B that makes it so expensive, compared to certain generic monthly birth controls with you can find for under $10 at a Walgreens?

I turned to the The American Society for Emergency Contraception’s Nationwide survey conducted in 2014 about the cost of Plan B for some answers. The survey of Plan B pricing at pharmacies nationwide conclusively found “even the lowest retail prices for EC [Emergency Contraception] are beyond the reach of many women   . . . [so] all prices must be lowered to a more affordable level.”

The next part gets a little bit complicated because drugs like Plan B aren’t sold from the manufacturer to the pharmacy. Instead, “manufacturers sell products to wholesalers, who then sell products to pharmacies.” The price of the drug is increased every step of the way. The estimated wholesale prices for Plan B are $32.50 to wholesalers and bulk purchasers and $39.00 to pharmacies. However, if birth control providers have found a way to lower their production costs to allow affordable levels, they should be able to do the same for Plan B. After all, Plan B contains the exact same synthetic hormone levonorgestrel as birth control pills, just at a higher dose. Certain Planned Parenthoods across the country will offer Plan B at a reduced cost, but this policy isn’t uniform, and it’s still not nearly as inexpensive as some generic birth controls. You can pick up Plan B or a generic morning after pill at Planned Parenthood in Charlottesville. Call ahead to see if the pill can be discounted, as it can be as low as $30 in other Planned Parenthoods across the country. 

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By Allyson Cartwright

Men’s body positivity is not a joke, but American Eagle turned it into one. In March, Aerie, the underwear brand at American Eagle Outfitters, launched a promotion for a male underwear line modeled by men with diverse body types called #AerieMAN. The new Aerie promotion paralleled the popular female body positivity campaign that the company launched in 2014. While many people praised Aerie for making strides at male body inclusiveness, it turned out that it was an elaborate April Fool’s joke by the company.

The #AerieMAN commercial shows the face of Aerie, plus-sized model Iskra Lawrence, hanging out with a diverse group of “average” looking male models while they all wear underwear and discuss what body positivity means to them as men. The ad itself is light-hearted and quirky, but certainly comes off as serious. With the tagline, “The real you is sexy,” making #AerieMAN into a joke makes a mockery of the message as well.

The fact that this commercial was called by Aerie a “parody” of the female campaign makes it seem like body positivity is funny when it relates to men. This “joke” invalidates all of the positivity that the male models talked about in the commercial. What the company thought would make this commercial funny was seeing normal-looking guys in their underwear, which then suggests that normal-looking guys can’t be sexy and are a mere joke. “The real you is sexy” should apply to men the same way we expect it to apply to women.

Why #AerieMAN was supposed to be funny was lost on pretty much everyone. Even the male models involved in the commercial believed it was a genuine campaign. However, at least now the backlash at Aerie is getting the much-needed conversation started on the need for male body positivity in media.

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Story by Allyson Cartwright

On Tuesday, March 22, the University of Virginia Student Council (StudCo) rejected a proposal from DREAMers requesting Contracted Independent Organization (CIO) status. DREAMers is a newly-founded organization at UVA that exists in various forms around the country. The organization’s aim at UVA is to create a “more inclusive environment and an overall safe space for the undocumented community and its Allies at UVa through education and advocacy,” the group describes.

The StudCo vote came down to six council representatives voting to approve DREAMers for CIO status, while the other six council representatives voted to abstain. In effect, DREAMers was rejected for CIO status. Becoming a CIO would mean that the group would qualify for university funding and could rent university equipment or book university space. StudCo claims that it is not unheard of for a CIO to be initially rejected based on the council wanting to ask more questions to the organization, the group can then go through re-application; StudCo says this what happened in this instance with DREAMers.

dreamers logoHowever, DREAMers argue that the six abstentions were more so an innocuous “xenophobic” act, as they said in their petition against StudCo. The Black Student Alliance commented on the vote as well saying in a public email last Sunday, “This abstention was not only a failure of these elected representatives to do their duty and cast a vote, but it was also a cowardly way to reject the DREAMers on Grounds request without being on record as having voting in opposition to DREAMers on Grounds,” the BSA said in a public email statement March 27th, “This abstention was not only a failure of these elected representatives to do their duty and cast a vote, but it was also a cowardly way to reject the DREAMers on Grounds request without being on record as having voting in opposition to DREAMers on Grounds,” the BSA said in a public email statement Sunday.

DREAMers sited the comments of one of the StudCo representatives, second-year law student Erich Reimer, as example that suggests there may have been partisan sentiments involved in the decision rejecting the group. Reimer touted on Facebook that StudCo “defeated” DREAMers saying in a post, “U.Va. Student Council news: bill approving a student group to support illegal immigrants at U.Va. has been defeated! #conservative.”

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A word from the photographer, Kendall Siewert

This project began because I believe in the power of people’s stories. When I first photographed women and their experiences with their bodies, I received an overwhelming response to do the same with men. I expected to find lots of differences between the projects. But in reality – at the heart of each person I meet and photograph – the same sentiments are there. Each person has insecurities and triumphs when it comes to their own bodies. Each story is a journey on its own. I am so immensely grateful to these men for sharing their stories with me, and I hope they touch you in the same way they touched me.



JoshGrowing up, you’re told men and women need to appear a certain way. Women are supposed to be as thin as a rail with perky breasts and voluptuous curves. Men are supposed to be tall, muscular and big. As a child, I was always thin and very active, but never very muscular. By the age of 12 I started growing. I gained height, and then weight. My peers were behind me, so for a time they were jealous. I always found it to be peculiar to be jealous about another’s insecurities. My pants never fit, hair sprouted on my chest and stomach, and acne developed on my face as well as my chest shoulders and back. The acne was cystic and would not go away. I have been on antibiotics to treat it as well as various creams for 8 years now. It’s gotten better in college. However, I’ve gained weight within the past 3 years, 30 pounds to be precise. Coming to UVA and seeing how fit everyone is, there is this expectation of how you’re supposed to look. I feel very insecure due to the acne, weight and hair on my body. I go to the gym to try to be healthy and I have gained some progress. Last semester I lost 10 pounds and felt great. However, I gained it back over winter break and put on another 5 pounds this semester. I know some of it is muscle, but I still feel like I need to lose more weight. I don’t want to be one of those people that spends all of their time in the gym, nor worry over every calorie I put in my body. How do I feel good about how I look in a culture where beauty is all based on muscle and thinness without compromising who I am as a person? I am sure I am not the only person at UVA that feels this way and hope through this project that dialogue can be created between people of all body types to see how they feel as well.















Showing my body is something that’s fairly new to me. When I was younger, I believed that I was chubby; maybe I was a little chubby, but that’s alright. My reaction to this belief was far from alright: I counted calories as if my life depended on it. My body became fragile and my immune system suffered; I was sleepy all the time and I was isolated both by my choice and by that of my peers. I started self-harming towards the end of middle school. During freshman year, I told one of the sophomore guys that he was cute. Next thing I knew, the whole school knew I was gay—except, I’m not gay. I tried to explain the lack of importance gender had on whom I liked, but nobody really heard me. The next three years were a whirlwind of excitement, lessons, and the angst that every high school student knows. I was lucky that so many of my peers were supportive; I never had any troubles because of my sexuality. Towards the end of high school, I started to notice old habits popping up and I began my second dealing with self- harm. I had no idea what was wrong with me, I just didn’t feel right. The only time I felt good was when I was with my best friend or my mom, bopping queer and female rappers. When I figured out I was genderqueer, they were the first people I told. My mom cried, and smiled, and told me she loved me before thanking me for trusting her enough to share this part of my life with her. I think that’s why I’m the most likely not to give a fuck what people think: my mom taught me that I don’t have to.





There’s a scene in the film Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius where a little kid eats too much cotton candy. “We were going to see who could eat the most cotton candy,” he moans. Just before breaking down completely, he chokes out a lamentful, “and I won!” The camera zooms out to reveal his almost spherical, computer-generated body, full to bursting with cotton candy.

Jimmy Neutron: Boy Genius was released in theaters in 2001. I saw it with my parents and sister soon after it opened. So here is the scene: I’m a five-year-old, sitting in a blood-red movie theater sharing a package of Skittles with my sister. I’m having a grand time, enjoying my G-rated entertainment to its full potential when the camera cuts to the cotton candy kid. The screen dissolves into loose shapes and gooey colors as my vision gets wet and salty and I can’t hear anything but the polite laughter of the movie patrons as they harmlessly fat-shame this little boy. Suddenly, I feel the syrupy residue of the Skittles on my fingertips and realize that I’m a pig and a fatso and disgusting and that I’m the cotton candy kid and that I’m the one they’re all laughing at. That was 15 years ago and it was still the first thing that jumped to mind when I sat down to write this.

In kindergarten, I started wearing a wetsuit whenever I went to the pool or the beach. By the third grade I was doing sit ups every day in the basement. In the fourth grade I became a vegetarian for “environmental reasons.” In eighth grade I renounced vegetarianism for “health reasons.” Now, I’m in my first year of college and I still feel panicky when my girlfriend hugs me around the waist. All this despite the fact that my whole life people have done nothing but tell me how cut I am, how healthily I eat and how diligently I exercise. And yet, at the end of the day I still lie in bed, staring at my stomach, wishing I weren’t the cotton candy kid.

The trouble is, folks, I see myself through a twisted lens. I have tried to correct the problem by changing the view I look at. But that doesn’t work; everything is warped through a warped lens.

It’s time to accept that my perspective is trash and embrace the fact that I’m somewhat insane. I’m nuts and I’m damn proud of it. After all, how can I not be crazy? I’ve never even fucking tried cotton candy.



Recently, I’ve begun to embrace the fluidity of gender expression. In the past year, I’ve been misgendered consistently due to my hair and feminine characteristics. I used to hate that I had a small frame and more stereotypically ‘girly’ mannerisms; but now I think, there’s a certain strength I have from being outside normalized expressions of gender. My hair greatly influences my personal expressions— whether I am feeling more feminine or masculine. I think these photos help represent the eye of society through which we are viewed as well as a sense of the privileged creativity I’ve found within this space of policed gender expectations.

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The Complications with Green Dot

Story by Carly Gorelick

Last month I attended the six-hour student Green Dot training session with about 12 other participants. Green Dot is a nationally operating training program designed to improve bystander awareness to prevent violence, particularly sexual violence, domestic and dating violence, and stalking. The training promotes “green dots” which represent a behavior or choice that creates a safer environment. For example, a green dot could simply mean watching over your friends when drinking. Alternatively, “red dots” represent behaviors or situations that could facilitate violence. Understanding green dot vs. red dot behaviors is the core of the training program. Visually, the idea is that we will work to cover our communities in green dots, while eradicating the red dots. UVA has an interactive map, as pictured above, to depict this. For its goals, Green Dot stands as a remarkable program designed to create real cultural change, a change for which general higher education is in dire need. However, my training session revealed structural issues that make me question the potential impact of the program.

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