I hesitate to make sweeping generalizations, but I think that by this, our third issue, we’re really getting a good momentum going at The Uniter.
When news broke that NYU professor Avital Ronell and prominent Harvey Weinstein accuser Asia Argento had been accused of sexual harassment and sexual assault, respectively, many questioned whether their implication or culpability delegitimized the #metoo movement.
Louis CK received a standing ovation after his first comedy set since admitting he forcibly exposed himself and masturbated in front of numerous unconsenting women.
This summer, I had the great opportunity to do research with the Museum Queeries project – a research collective that looks at queer representation in museums. Through the course of the summer, my research interests quickly veered toward representations of transgender identities and gender non-conformity within archives.
There’s a chilliness and a busyness in the air, for those starting a new school year and for those continuing along over the hop of mid-September without any grand changes.
Despite continued efforts for the University of Winnipeg to diversify, the representation of faculty with disabilities remains incredibly low at the University of Winnipeg
The leaves are changing, the air is getting crisp (when it isn’t smoke from forest fires), and everyone is gearing up to go back to school! Except me. And maybe you?
With this issue, The Uniter is officially 73 years old. None of us here now were there when it started, but we do have the archives to remind us of our humble roots.
While summer is, for many students, a time to save up for an eighth of a year's tuition (or five months rent) through the Federal Student Workers Program or Manitoba's Green Team program, for students with disabilities those living with mental illness and neurodivergent students, it is also a time of financial exclusion.
There are a handful of words or turns of phrase that are unofficially banned from our lexicon at The Uniter.
Breaking down in front of a boss, many moons ago, was the beginning of the end of my time at my job.
Whenever I go out to my parents’ cabin at Bel-Air, Man., I make a point of accessing the water directly from my aunt and uncle’s cabin, which is a waterfront property a couple of doors down, by way of the staircase they’ve constructed leading down to the rocky beach.
Recently, I travelled to Guatemala and Mexico. During my time there, I met a number of individuals who told me I was “a very nice Canadian girl,” who expressed concern for my safety and who asked why I didn’t have a Canadian flag on my backpack.
There is one space that we cannot escape, that is always with us, constantly mediated by our perceptions of self and how others perceive us. This space is our own body.
The theme behind this year’s urban issue title, “Streams of Thought,” is water.
Winnipeg is a city that was built on the expectation of cheap and unlimited fuel and land spreading out over the prairie landscapes.
No lecture prepared me for the shift from disillusioned academic to young working professional.
“You’re trash, human garbage.” I see these words, dehumanizing in any context, far too often on social media.
It’s almost April, which means 4-20 is on its way, and most fellow marijuana enthusiasts know exactly what that means.
For this, our last regular issue of this production year, we have some really strong contributions from our volunteers - both visual and written.