So, since our country has decided that politics has a place in sex, I plan – and would encourage uterus-havers across the country – to respond with the ultimate political protest: a Pussy Strike.

What goes through their minds when they see the same violence I do? How can they justify it? And how can I separate the “them” and “us” when the parallels of our faith are right in front of me?

Cornell’s new synthetic turf field house has drawn concern from local environmental activists. They warn that turf with potentially harmful chemical substances perfluoroalkyl and polyfluoroalkyl could ...

The Ground Nesting Bees project has surpassed 5,000 observations, a laudable milestone for the citizen science project.

She goes too far when she claims that her crude advocacy of mass violence is connected in any plausible way to “free and open inquiry.” ...

Although the data on the number of Cornell students who registered to vote is not yet available, Cornell Votes President Camille Simmons ’25 wrote in an email to The Sun that the figure is expected to ...

The Sun interviewed four pro-Palestinian voters from the Cornell community who settled for Vice President Kamala Harris or voted third-party. They said they disagreed with both the Democratic and ...

It's really an addiction,” Merrick Word-Brown said. “Every day after practice we analyze film [and] we work on making adjustments that will lead to bigger improvements down the road.” ...

On a night when Democrats fell short of their national goals, a blue wave washed over Tompkins County. Every local and state representative elected for the County on Tuesday night is a Democrat. That ...

Out of eight Cornell alumni vying for congressional seats across the country this election cycle, six won their bids. Here is the breakdown of how those races played out.

In many ways, I see the University as a microcosm of empire through its mass surveillance, deference to profit, and exploitation of its labor. And, like all empires, it digs its own grave by ...

On a gorgeous fall day, with the sun peeking through the leaves as they painted the world orange, I sat outside and I felt lonely. The grass beneath my fingertips was my only companion as disgustingly ...