How did I, a straight middle-aged white woman, end up at a gay club during arguably the busiest season of all time — Vancouver Pride? Well, to tackle that question, you’ll have to understand the last few months of my life. Ever since Heated Rivalry started streaming, I’ve been eating, sleeping, and breathing that steamy show. I like how relevant it is to contemporary Canadian culture. Since the ‘90s, many gays have been popping up everywhere. Maybe something’s in the air? I also found the show to be a way better reflection than them deciding to put lesbians in Bridgerton…
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I never knew that the SFU archives was actually a giant room with everything about the school ever. I thought it was just a bland hallway with some memories of the school’s past. So I ventured down there one day…
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Question: What is the best way to get out of bed in the morning? Reese, political science major: I get my roommate to pour eye drops below my eyes at such an angle that, when I rise from my slumber,…
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As SFU’s independent student newspaper, The Peak is committed to highlighting the concerns of our local community. This week, our team decided to settle a decades-long rivalry between Bob and Frank, two Burnaby locals with very strong opinions on a…
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Recently, aboard a flight from Istanbul to Vancouver, I had the utter pleasure of perusing through a very extensive in-flight entertainment catalogue. Before you transatlantic raw doggers bother me about watching a movie — what else was I supposed to do…
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When I was in grade school, I used to do a lot of musical theatre. You may think, lots of shows means lots of flowers from your family, no? No. You’re wrong. You know the saying that men will only…
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“The next station is: Main Street-Science World. Doors will open on the right,” the SkyTrain’s voice-from-above announced as I rose from my seat. As I slid the strap of my tote bag onto my right shoulder, I saw it. Not…
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I sit on a very warm bench, That feeling is amplified, By the pain of my team asking me for water to pass (not a balllll). The basketball coach is actually my dad, He just stares and looks at me,…
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Dear Peakie, Yesterday, while taking a bike ride next to Stanley Park, I ran into my mom. We aren’t on speaking terms after she tried to rent out my room (while I was still living in it). Instead of engaging,…
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The following is a letter from the desk of SFU president Joy Johnson, delivered to The Peak by her majesty’s propaganda ministry — we mean PR team. Strung out, I was, deep as that very night when the visitation occurred.…
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