Author Kate McCulley

by Kate McCulley They dined. They danced. They witnessed a death by cyanide and decided to track down the killer themselves. It was a night to die for when the Fairfield University Ballroom Dance Club held its fourth annual Murder Mystery Dance last Thursday.

by Kate McCulley As the singers wailed in panic about the judgment day and prayed for eternal salvation, all in Italianized Latin, you'd think the scene seemed more like Dante's Inferno than Fairfield County. Not for the Fairfield University Chamber Singers.

This Women's History Month we rightfully celebrate the advances women have made, but note that a celebration of past events is not as good as victory over inequalities today, and finally (in a perfect world) not needing equalizing factors like a Women's History Month at all.

Luxuriating in the deep abyss of a peaceful sleep, I glide through nonsensical dreams - buying groceries from a troll under a bridge, dancing with my friends in the Piazza San Marco, riding down a hill in a rickshaw at an uncontrollable speed, unable to be stopped, trying to break myself free - This is the point when I fall five feet through the air and land hard on my stomach on a pair of flip-flops, a box of Family Guy DVDs, and a "Bananas in Pajamas" doll.

It's no secret that Fairfield women happen to be amongst the top collegiate fashionistas -- our school is known for featuring A-list fashion to match our famously beautiful faces. But however savvy we claim to be, there's an invisible line that seems to be crossed again and again: the division between sexy and skanky.