September 09, 2013
Three months after racing through the final hurdles of grad school, applying for and securing jobs, moving in with my then-boyfriend, and starting a so-called "exciting" adult life, time all of a sudden slackened to a halt. I was staring across the kitchen table from someone whom I had loved. Someone whom I had fallen out of love with, whom I tried so hard to fall back in love with, and whom I was now looking at with an unblinking, slightly unfocused stare. I had just attempted to bake “healthy” French fries using the broiler in my oven, and the kitchen held the sickeningly-sweet smell of...
September 09, 2013
They didn't grow up in the same area, go to the same undergraduate or graduate schools, and they don't even live in the same town now.
But they are allies in ways that perhaps only women can be. During...
February 20, 2013
What does it mean to be black at U.Va? This the kind of question that immediately raises concern, that provokes thoughts, and that spawns long necessary-yet-draining discussions about race. The problem with this question, or at least one of the problems, is that it assumes that there is one black identity, one black experience. This is not at all black-specific; the same issues rise when we question what it means to be a woman here, to be gay here, to be African here, to be a graduate student here, to be an athlete here... the list expands exponentially into space, ending, I assume, with...
February 13, 2013
It is often said that you meet your best friends in college - your future bridesmaids, the godmothers to your future children, the ones you will meet up with time and again post graduation for cocktails and to relive the wild days of staying up way too late, partying way too much, and having more fun than your high school self ever thought possible. If you have found this not to be your experience in college, I sincerely hope that you find this kind of friend-love somewhere in your future. I am fortunate because I have found this kind of bond in the past three years I have been at the...
January 24, 2013
I went home, I conquered home, and then I came back... home. I think figuring out what home means is difficult; difficult because it changes frequently and completely, and is entirely dependent on what I'm categorizing as where I live. Is your home:
1. Where you live now?: in which case, my home is Charlottesville. I miss it when I'm gone, I'm comfortable when I'm here. But surely that isn't enough? Is your home:
2. Where you grew up: so my homes would be California, and The Gambia. Making more sense now, I have a lot of formative memories...
January 24, 2013
You think of your job and you think of all the other people you know doing more interesting things with their lives. You feel guilty about griping when you know plenty of capable friends who are still unemployed. It could've been you.
You deal with never seeing people you saw every day, and you're consequently trying to figure out how to recalibrate your social life with the surprisingly plentiful...
December 12, 2012
November 28, 2012
Holidays are notorious for breakups.
When I was in college (when I say that I sound eerily old, but I really mean when I was in college less than two years ago, this still happens now), we rather callously called it the '...
October 26, 2012
Hauntingly selected by Addie Bender. We’re getting ready for Halloween here at the Iris office! You’re going to want to turn up the bass on this playlist, which features some of the most classic EDM anthems of the past year or two. We couldn’t leave out the original Halloween jams either- check out the “Monster Mash” and of course, Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”!
This playlist was inspired by an awesome event coming to Charlottesville on Wednesday, October 31st- Barstool Blackout! It will be hosted at the Jefferson Theater, one of Charlottesville’s best music venues. Get your tickets...
October 19, 2012
Sweating, smiling, laughing, messing up, and feeling incredible. That is my state of mind and body on Sunday nights, Monday nights, Tuesday nights, Wednesday nights, and any other night I can find. I have danced for a long time, but I only started Latin dancing last year, here at U.Va. Since then, as anyone who knows me can tiredly attest, Latin dancing has been a huge part of my life. Many of my closest friends, and even more of my favorite memories, have come from Latin dancing- feeling incredibly sexy during bachata, having a blast dancing merengue, embracing the thrill of partnership...
Work with us!
Have an idea for an article? Contact us to learn how to be a freelance contributor!