Getting inked can mean a lot, or very, very little, to the owner of the art. Every tattoo has a story, and UBC students have a breadth of stories to share — all permanently ingrained into their skin. This time we look at a zoo of tattoos from fellow students.
Wandering through the aisles of the MOA and allowing my mind to wander with me, impulsively opening drawers at a whim and enjoying the unexpected findings is the perfect way to decompress.
Here at The Ubyssey, we’re transition to a new editorial and we like to think we have good taste. There's a whopping 17 recommendations on this summer’s list — there’s bound to be one that you enjoy!
But I’m not here to just lament the finality of my time here at this paper. I’m here to issue you one last challenge before I leave: join us.
With students making space for themselves and their communities, the arts on campus being better than ever, institutions taking it upon themselves to take bigger leaps towards reconciliation and more — here are some of our top stories of the year in culture.
9:15 p.m.: I think of the faces of SFU students. We’re taught to remove the humanity from them, you know, because we want to destroy them with a laser.
The AMS held their first-ever elections meet-and-greet for Indigenous students after community members raised concerns about speaking on Indigeneity without consulting them.
There are seven questions up for students to have the final say.
For marginalized folks — people of colour, the queer community and disabled people — finding spaces within larger institutions can be complex. Fraternities and sororities are no exception, and these organizations present their own unique issues.
Many of you provided context, but we’re not going to be so kind.
On the floor, a man and woman lie naked and covered in paint, ready to perform oral sex in the 69 position in what is arguably Canada’s first live erotic art show. As the lights dim, everyone has one question on their minds: “Is this guy going to be able to get it up?”
“It's an opportunity to create a community across the broader UBC campus by having a backyard house party — everybody come as you are and celebrate arts and culture. … We're on the West Coast, who doesn't like music around a fire hanging out with their friends?”
Don’t let hoity-toity artists and their fancy explanations littered with academic jargon and Old English trick you into thinking that you can’t go and enjoy whatever they’re offering.
There is no doubt that the extension of the Chan name will lend further credibility and prestige to the Chan Centre for Performing Arts at UBC.
Oh my god, where did the break go? The last thing you remember is watching holiday movies on loop... You must have passed out from all of the cheer, because suddenly it's the end of December.