In this week’s issue of The Uniter, comments editor Haley Pauls examines the ongoing cultural conversation about “callout culture.”
One year ago, I sat on the streets of Hunan, China, eating barbeque rabbit and drinking Tsingtao beer with friends. I had no idea that I was one hour away from the city of Wuhan: a place that would become the centre of the virus outbreak COVID-19 (coronavirus) in December 2019.
You may have plenty of images in your head already after reading that headline. When you think about bipolar disorder, what first comes to mind? Let me guess: probably someone with two personalities, right?
Food is a powerful storyteller, so rich and multi-sensory that the mere image of it brings potent memories and associations. Many diasporic artists work with food iconography and names, because it is an accessible way to communicate cultural identity, lineage, home and double-meanings.
Around 7:30 p.m. on Feb. 25, The Uniter received a news tip regarding allegations against current and former members of the UWSA executive, which were published anonymously online. With the help of the entire staff of our city and campus section (city editor Lisa Mizan, city reporter Alex Neufeldt and campus reporter Callum Goulet-Kilgour), we managed to put together as comprehensive an article as we could on the shortest possible notice.
Throughout history, there have always been standards of beauty, particularly for women. In ancient Egypt (c. 3150 to 332 BCE), the ideal woman was slender, youthful, and heavily made up. Society promoted a sex-positive environment. Premarital sex was entirely acceptable, and women could divorce their husbands without shame.
In the weeks since former NBA star Kobe Bryant’s untimely death in a helicopter crash, it’s been nearly impossible to browse the internet without seeing tributes to the 41-year-old basketball legend.
Pallister’s healthcare cuts are killing us. This isn’t a metaphor. This is an emergency.
It’s cold out there, folks. As I write this, there is an extreme cold warning across all of southern Manitoba, including Winnipeg.
Space travel used to be a dream, a fantasy only seen on the screen of a movie theatre.
For the past year, I’ve been working on an academic research project in which I interview individuals from the trans community who belong to generations before me.
“History doesn’t repeat itself, but it often rhymes.” That’s one of those many quotes that’s always attributed to Mark Twain, even though there’s no evidence he ever actually said it.
Trees are often caught up in human politics and drama on all scales. Every once in a while, these politics centre around a single tree. Such was the case of the Wolseley Elm.
I don’t know when public attitudes in Winnipeg steered so far into hostile austerity, but it’s a problem that seems to be getting worse rather than better.
I see them when I scroll through Instagram or press “play” on another YouTube video. I hear them during podcast commercial breaks and then, occasionally, again, echoing in the back of my mind when I skip a workout or reach for another handful of chips.
I first became enthralled with the concept of leaving traces in public space when Chilean-Canadian ceramics artist Monica Martinez told me about her time in art school.
Chuck Pahlaniuk’s 1996 novel Fight Club and the 1999 film adaptation by David Fincher offered pointed critiques of toxic masculinity, back before the term “toxic masculinity” had entered the zeitgeist.
A lot of people have probably heard the term personal support worker (PSW) but may not know what that job entails or how important these caregivers are.
We have a disability-heavy issue of The Uniter this week
I have a scar behind my right knee that I got when I was 12 and tried to break up a fight between two neighbourhood cats.