Intentionally withholding important information about its plans to implement far-reaching workforce reductions until after bargaining had concluded and the collective agreement had been ratified.
SCARDILLO CUPE LOCAL 15 ACTING PRESIDENT
Reimagining Hogan’s Alley is about more than redesigning a space, it’s about reimagining possibility. Students engage with Hogan’s Alley not only as a historical site, but as a living story shaped by culture, displacement, resilience, and future vision.
FAIDAT OLATUNBOSUN ETH Ọ́ S LAB OUTREACH MANAGER
SANTINO
The goal is to get rid of the regime that hides behind this veil of democracy, but hates democracy.
ARTIN SAFAEI
GENERAL MEMBER AND FORMER EXECUTIVE OF THE SFU IRANIAN CLUB
Even though they took our opinion, they didn’t implement it.
PRESIDENT OF THE SFU RESIDENCE HALL ASSOCIATION
VINISHA KADYAN
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I’m scared that the late, former federal NDP leader Jack Layton’s dream of a “prosperous economy and society that shares its benefits more fairly” is yet a call to action that lies distant in our rearview mirrors.
The only way we can see a future where people are on the brink of financial disaster every month is to have a stronger social safety net that can help struggling Canadians be better able to tackle issues.
Being a part of a community is so important and they don’t exist without people showing up.
JON CHIANG
DIRECTOR OF SPRING AFTER SPRING
In the form of collective music, creative performances, public art murals, and more, these powerful works shatter Canada’s carefully crafted illusion of racial tolerance and multiculturalism, forcing audiences to confront the devaluation of Black lives and to demand for racial justice.
The docu-series highlighted Palestinians who hope to one day return to their homeland, and explored how they kept this identity alive while waiting for a free Palestine.
Cactus Club uniform required for entry
A take on this phenomenon from the strange world of The Fall by Camus
“May I, monsieur, offer my services without the risk of intruding?”
Let me introduce myself first. From my white T-shirt, low slung baggy jeans, and ultra-mini platform boots, I look like a Cactus Club patron. Indeed, I am. Your city has an abundance of Cactus Clubs, I understand. I am from a not-so-distant alternate world where there is only Cactus Club. If one fails to fashionably deserve Cactus Club, there is always an Earls or a Joey placed lowly among the Fuller family consortium. In this world, I enjoyed endless truffle fries and happy hour highballs. The pleasure these restaurant chains provide is only accessible through matching outfits. I am perpetually met with prompt, enthusiastic service at Cactus Club, but only while donning my suede booties. Servers refill my water goblet with vivacity on the tyrannical condition of a white tee. If I failed to put on my blue jean finery, I would be barred access from — not just my preferred booth — but the establishment in totality. Even at Earls, the ever-so-slightly simpler offering, the dress code was ironclad.
My time in a world ruled by Cactus Club outings “most happily satisfied” my bottomless desire for premium-
casual dining experiences. “It cleansed me of all bitterness” towards this freedom of selection you speak of; I simply always knew where I would eat and that I would be taken care of. But for the pleasure of illusory choices in that blanket entirety, there was no intermediary between “me” and my role as dutiful “Cactus Club patron.” I never developed my own taste in fashion because there was simply no possible occasion or place to wear clothes external from my trend-dictated uniform. I was effectively a mannequin that lived to wear Uggs at Cactus Club, sapped of freedom to wear colour. I didn’t realize I was bored because I knew nothing else. “My fashion crime was not due to my character, but unfortunate circumstances!”
As my Cactus Club world begins to seep into yours, mon cher ami , I warn you. Cactus Club is exclusive to one kind of person: the kind of person who follows insipid trends. In order to facilitate real identity, one must stay away from the temptation of citrus calamari plated to perfection under dim but flattering lighting. If you want to be your own person and look your own way, you must follow this advice: You will not step foot into any establishment under the Fuller family monopoly. You will stay at home and you will survive on the subversive offerings of DoorDash!
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Maya Barillas Mohan • Staff Writer
