Reflections on the heart of modesty as well as deeper thoughts on life.
This past Valentine's Day gave me a lot of time to think about last year, from the blissful naivete in late 2019 to the oppressive boredom and loneliness that seem to saturate every second of every day in 2020.
Ever since Queen Victoria made white wedding gowns all the rage, white gowns have taken on the symbolic meaning of purity to the extent that in some religious traditions even ivory is frowned on and may raise an eyebrow of suspicion regarding the bride's virtue.
In the past few weeks, we've been plunged into a whole new reality, one that is ruled by Covid-19, also known as the Coronavirus or novel Coronavirus. Overnight, it seems almost everything has changed: grocery stores are subject to panic buying (good luck finding toilet paper!), you see people wearing medical masks almost everywhere and more than one in three Americans are subjected to "shelter in place" orders, wherein non-essential businesses, including schools are largely shut down and citizens are expected to self-quarantine.
Virtuous Prom Scholarship 2019 Entry by Sara Zampino In today’s world and throughout history, misunderstandings about groups of people have lead to horrific displays of violence and destruction. This performance of violence leads to even more misconceptions about groups of people thought to be behind them. With the way current events are progressing, it seems [...]
Virtuous Prom Scholarship 2019 Entry by Ester Uvaydova Half a year has yet to pass since the last mass shooting occurred in America. It was supposed to be a regular Tuesday, when everyone again was stricken with fear and uncertainty on what had happened and what could happen in the future. That day I had [...]
“Hey, listen! Where are you from?” a rude, young peer asked me on the bus back home. “India” I answered. “Well. Why don’t you go back to where you came from and not live in my country!” he yelled.
As Creative Director for Virtuous Prom, I am, more or less, the final decision maker on whether a certain style makes it to our website. While I love most aspects of my job, being the arbiter of modesty is an endlessly frustrating position...
At once, it seems heaven is all around us, yet nowhere within sight. Singers croon about finding heaven in their lover's arms, bombs explode on TV. We open sacred pages and read the promise of paradise, but no matter how lovingly we shut that volume, it seems we are slammed back into the reality of this world, which is all too often more hell than heaven.