Byline: Kat Kulke

Kat Kulke

Yet while my parents could censor my wardrobe, they were powerless to change my name. At home, of course, I was Catherine. But at school, I could negotiate on my own terms.

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Underground Radio

As a source for student entertainment, college radio is growing increasingly obsolete. In the age of digital music streaming, most college students are far more likely to open Spotify or YouTube than to tune into a local FM station.

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The Personal is the Professional

I joined LinkedIn the summer before sophomore year. I had just started my first “real” internship, a public relations gig at a radio station in Boston, and felt remarkably grown-up sitting in a cubicle in black pumps and a pencil skirt.

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The Separation of Church and Church

When unarmed black teenager Michael Brown was fatally shot by white police officer Darren Wilson this past August, Americans of all colors raised their voices in sorrow and outrage.

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Starseeds

I first met AJ over Honey-Nut Cheerios in the cluttered kitchen of my aunt’s So-Cal home.

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Weezer’s Summery Return

Having traded their 90s-style distortion and macho guitar riffs for piano and sad-boy vulnerability, Weezer is certainly stepping in a new direction.

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Facebook’s New Gender Options

When Facebook expanded its gender options early this February, many users were finally able to represent themselves authentically to the online community. The popular social network, which had previously required users to list themselves as either male or female, added a new “custom” gender option to accommodate individuals who do not identify with the traditional gender binary.

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Pokemon No

When childhood is sold to adults.

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Two Voices in the Night

And as the yelling continued, it became clear to me that we had done nothing — nothing, that is, except for being female and alone on a Saturday night.

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Suicide Music

A teenage girl is found dead in her bedroom. The culprit? Emo, a death-obsessed youth subculture. But while some teens claim emo romanticizes mental illness, others call it therapy.

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Girl Talk

Ever since the giddy, popcorn and T. Swift-fueled “Truth” games of seventh grade slumber parties, those two words have become a default response to countless puzzled male faces. From Sex and the City to Gossip Girl, generations of chick flicks and girl-power soap operas reinforce the idea that no crush, no kiss, and no hook up, no matter how “casual” or “on the D-L,” is to be withheld from a girl’s close circle.

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Casual and Corporate

As I walked into Wu dining hall a few weeks ago, a new poster caught my eye: “Works for Teach for America,” the ad read, “Has never graded a paper.”

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