I am not Black, I am a UCU student By Marvella Zimbiri, on behalf of PoCCo It’s officially the beginning of my third and final year at UCU (finally). It also marks the third year that I’m the only darkskinned Black woman on campus. So let us state a problem that I have written about many times in this column: Where are all the Black people? You could argue Utrecht is a very white city, and sure, there aren't as many of us here as there would be in Paris, Berlin, Brussels, etc

*This column was written before the release of the film. Spain is on a roll this year, but with the many highlights, there are a comparable number of lows to address. One of the most pressing is the migrant crisis in Ceuta and the tensions it’s causing with Morocco and among Spanish people, really testing us as a nation. Similar to the rest of Europe, Spain is sadly seeing a rise in far-right ideologies among younger generations, fueled by racism, xenophobia and homophobia. T

While Sexual Market Value (SMV) is an established part of the female habitus, the magnitude of modern aesthetic upkeep really became visible when boys started punching themselves in the face. This generation's real-life American Psycho, popular streamer Clavicular, has promoted “Bone-Smashing,” hitting your face with a hammer to improve your jawline, since his teens. And Clavicular isn't niche. Longevity influencer Bryan Johnson reportedly spends $2 million USD annually on hi

“I’m having major brain fog.” Maybe you have said this after staring at the same sentence in your textbook for ten minutes without absorbing a single word. Maybe you thought this when you hiked the three million steps to your top Kromhout room and immediately forgot why you were there. Maybe when you opened your laptop to write an essay and somehow ended up “working on the formatting” for two hours. When our brains feel like they have been replaced by a bowl of lukewarm insta

If you’ve ever been to a concert, festival, or even a large gathering like a football game or the big countdown on New Year’s Eve, you’ve likely experienced the intense feeling of being connected to other people, even complete strangers, to the point that it sends shivers down your spine. A rush that lingers for days afterwards, even in a melancholic way that leaves you wishing you could experience it again and again. It is something much deeper and stronger than just shared

How Otobong Nkanga Presents the Multilayered Nature of Colonialism in Unearthed: Midnight By Saska Bourgoin Haspérue Far beneath the waves, a line taut with tension flows by, dragging with it semi-robotic, almost doll-like arms. Behind it, a giant net is loose in the current, and jellyfish narrowly escape its deathly pull. Vertically crossing the composition, jagged orange lines connected to minerals are visible. The whole tapestry shimmers, almost as a memory does. This piec