What you say of one woman, you say of me. Yesterday, I was branded the butt of every joke, a dumb idiot who throws hissy-fits, a waste of resources, and “a cum dumpster for drunk frat boys.”
And I was called these things by my peers.
After almost four full years at Columbia, my biggest regret about this place is the way we treat each other. I can tell you with honesty and certainty that when I graduate in May, despite the great experiences I’ve had and friendships I’ve made here, I will be walking away from this place greatly wounded.
But I haven’t left yet. And while I’m here I will continue, like countless others on this campus, to strive for change. So, my dear women of Columbia University:
STOP. Stop it now. Stop clawing at each other. Enough of this toxic petty cruelty!
