Pretty in Pink

stages of life, specifically into adulthood. Society shows the world with many stereotypes what is deemed “acceptable.” An example of this would be, boys play with mud, monster trucks and action figures. Girls must play with princesses', love the color pink, and want to dress up. What if these roles are reversed? Surely that is not acceptable to society. Straying from your social norm brings concern from peers and you get treated like a foreign object. The Unites States workforce is known for…

Hughes’ 1985 The Breakfast Club, produced by Central Coast’s independent theatre company, Endless Night (Originally established in 2014), had the potential to be a scintillating delight or an utter disaster. From the creator of Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles and Ferris Buellier’s Day off, John Hughes’ coming of age classic, meant that Endless Night’s brave choice left them with a fairly big feat ahead of them. Performed in the Don Craig Room, of the Laycock Street Theatre’s…

"There's no such thing as stars, Lea." My older sister and I sit on the shaggy carpet in my room. “Yes, there are. I saw a picture once.” I insist. “They’re beautiful.” “Okay, two things.” My sister Sara says. “One, they’re not real. That photograph was obviously forged. Two, even if they did exist, they are not beautiful. My ancient mythology teacher said that people believe they were giant balls of fire in the sky that would burn things down on Earth.” “They were what gave it light!” I say…

We see a clean happy Hillary with smooth hair, a short black dress, pretty pink pumps, jewelry, and the iconic milk mustache. There is a simple lilac backdrop, and she is holding a surplus of bags. In the top left corner it reads, “Shop and not drop,” and in the bottom right corner it reads, “9 essential nutrients active bodies…

Sustainability is a seemingly laughable goal - it tells us we need to live within our means, whether economic, ecological, or political - but it 's insufficient for uncertain times. How can we live within our means when those very means can change, swiftly and unexpectedly, beneath us? – Jamais Cascio (BrainyQuote). One person has been trying to answer Cascio’s question about sustainability, however, before we go further, what is sustainability? According to Dictonary.com, sustainability is the…

Near the large setting sun, warm golden light shone through large open castle windows, each intricately decorated with elegant carvings in metal. The remaining light beams radiated over the large city, with equally beautiful and perfect buildings with twisting roads and busy citizens. Far away, separating the perfect city where new trees were growing, tall grasses were flourishing and odd species of animals were thriving in new forests. A large cliff, most likely a fault that was pushed to soar…

open and two door slams. My parents were home. I ran to the door before they could even walk in completely. I asked them if we were still going out to eat. They said that we weren't anymore because their friends asked them to go have drinks. I was pretty upset, but I got over it. It was about 7:30 and my parents were about to leave. They said their goodbyes and each gave me a kiss on the cheek with the typical “I love you.” Not knowing it, those were the last words they said to me. Ever. I…

Sheriff’s Department. The truck had a surf board in the back. The man jumped out of his truck, grabbed his board and began swimming out to where we were. When he approached us he asked if we were all okay and was anyone worse off than the others. We pretty much agreed that my Dad was in the worst shape since he didn’t have a floatation device and had taken in a lot of water before making it to my Mothers float. The deputy then put my Dad one the front of the surf board and told him to use…

When I was 11, I noted one day after a cold, ugly winter that it was actually warm enough for me to wear shorts to school. I had only worn long pants all season and I had no trace of a tan, but the tint of my skin never crossed my mind. Minutes after I sat down in class, one girl, her complexion darker than mine, turned to me and said “Your legs are so white!” Cue the mental record-scratch. My legs were white? Impossible. My mother is Black. My father is Black. I am Black. End of story. But…

The photo of a blue man and pink woman with a question mark in between reflects my thinking at the young age of 4; I was confused. I specifically remember a brief moment where I questioned my gender identity. On a cold dark morning, as I was standing by the warm, cozy heater in our living room I asked my mother a question: “am I a boy?”. I don’t remember her exact answer, yet I'm sure she assured me that I was indeed a girl. Although always felt like a girl and was drawn to feminine products I…