Wild Wendies
Images and text by Franzi Ross
Frog hurriedly grabs a snack from a symposium lunch they did not attend.
Read MoreCoping with the America We Have Chosen
By Narih Lee '18
Content warning: racial slurs, racism, Trump
It finally dawned on me that it never mattered whether I identified as American; in this country, my thoughts, my words, my actions, my whole self would never be enough.
Read MoreDear Charlie
By Molly Hoyer '18
Content warning: slurs
"When I tell someone I’m offended it’s giving them a chance to rethink their ignorance."
Read MoreCounterpoint Unedited: On the Election
Counterpoint staff members share their thoughts on this election and what it means for them:
What saddens me most about all this is that we were so close.
We are not okay. Yet we still stand tall, because we have each other.
Somehow, when I sit down to write something about this, I never seem to be able to get it quite right.
Read MoreI'm With Her for Him: Choosing Hillary Clinton
By Francesca Gazzolo '20
We are saturated with thoughts of the coming election. We are swamped, soaked, swallowed and swathed; like a congealing coat of butter around a warm biscuit, it has engulfed us. We are in the deep fryer.
There are thousands of writers out there, far better than I, who have tried to articulate the minutia of our political state. This is not that kind of article. I will not mount the soapbox and preach about any one of those issues, because you simply can’t quantify “importance.” This article serves merely as a piece of my story; because, yes, I am voting for Hillary Clinton.
Read MoreEverything What's Wrong of Haunted Houses
By Allyson Larcom ’17
Content warning: mention of bugs
The first time I ever went to a haunted house, I was twelve years old and I both cried and peed myself. I figure this is probably average childbeast behavior, it still feels like I was somehow wronged.
The question, “What don’t you like about haunted houses, Ally?” can be answered summarily and thus: MUCH.
Read MoreWhere That Cherry Blossom Tree Used to Be
By Samantha English '19
25 Baker Street is bright blue and falling apart. The three levels are lopsided and the concrete steps are dusted with a layer of dirt. The building may not be up to code and it desperately needs to be cleaned, but there’s a simple charm to it, a sort of cheeriness that old colorful houses create for me in their unremembered nostalgia.
Read MoreAn Open Letter From Wellesley Crushes
Content warning: racism, transphobia
Thanks to so many of our submitters, being a Wellesley Crushes moderator can be an incredibly uplifting experience. Seeing a recipient comment on their post, saying how much better the submission made their day, never fails to make us smile. There are certain things, however, that can make you want to quit.
Read MoreOur Wellesley Goggles
By Nikita Saladi '16
I have Wellesley goggles.
Not the type you’re thinking of —those infamous pieces of invisible eyewear that cloud a Wellesley woman’s gaze as she walks through Harvard Square and to class at MIT, magically turning all average looking men into Ryan Gosling. While I might be guilty of wearing those occasionally, Wellesley has also equipped me with an entirely different pair of goggles.
Read MoreAn Ode to Counterpoint and the Power of Storytelling
By Cecilia Nowell '16
In the film The Lives of Others, there is a scene where an East German artist plays “Sonata for a Good Man” for his wife while a Stasi secret police captain listens in through a surveillance system. After finishing the piece, the artist ponders aloud, “could art have the power to make people good?” The implication is that listening to the “Sonata for a Good Man” might not only have made the artist a better person, but also the eavesdropping German spy. After watching The Lives of Others, I found myself entranced by this question—could art make people good?—and couldn’t help but wonder if art might have other powers as well. Could art make people kinder, stronger, more resilient, maybe even braver?
Read MoreGray Sp-Ace: On Consent and Sexuality
By Anonymous
Content warning: sex, sexual assault, slurs
It didn’t take me long to realize that the never-ending cycle, and my horrible anxiety about any sexual advances, were not normal heterosexual experiences. But I figured that I was just sexually immature, or maybe had a hormone deficiency.
Read MorePubes, Vello Púbico
By Anonymous
I’m not going to shave because it’s itchy and because I decided that my sexual partner was just going to have to be okay with my pubes. Now that I think about it, there’s also something political about this decision.
How can pubes be political?
Read MoreSpoonfuls of Rainbow
By Laura Mayron '16
Queerness is so much about space, place, and interacting with others, whether as friends in a community or in a romantic context, and gastrointestinal illnesses aren't exactly a sexy topic of conversation. As I like to joke, Crohn’s disease is probably the least sexy illness out there—chronic diarrhea (or just a lot of normal pooping, when in remission) isn’t seductive for a Tinder date.
Read MoreOnce More With Gusto!: A Completely True Account of the Summer Job from Hell
By Allyson Larcom '17
When my best friend and I were hired together as waitresses for the brand-new Mediterranean-inspired restaurant in Salt Lake City, Gusto!, we were fairly certain it was going to be the best summer of our lives. We imagined exchanging banter as we waited on regulars, making sandwiches while talking about our lives at home, and earning an extra dollar or two by winking at the right people. We were hired on the spot, without the owner so much as glancing at our resumes.
That really should’ve been the first sign.
Read MoreI Have a Crush on You
By Clellie Merchant '18
I feel like a mess. I feel unattractive. But not for long. Soon I remember that I am beautiful to someone. And I always relax. Why am I so sure? I don’t have a significant other. But I do have a crush.
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