Evana Bodiker


evana bodiker.jpg

Column: Maybe we're all moving on

 And you know what? I am so happy that I am replaceable. I’m happy this place can go on without me. What a self-absorbed thing to say, as if this place needed me to make it so wonderful. Here’s to knowing what comes next will matter as much as these last four years of letting go have been.  

evana bodiker.jpg

Column: Save the Chelsea Theater

In summer 2016, the Chelsea Theater, located in the Timberlyne Shopping Center, became my dark hideaway. On fuzzy, humid nights, I’d make solitary pilgrimages to the little theater just ten minutes from my Carrboro home. 

Column: Help me to see, help me to learn

We are all learning. As young people, we possess some of the greatest awareness when it comes to social justice issues. Like everyone else, there have been times when I was unaware of larger narratives. People have called me out for it; sometimes graciously and sometimes not as much. 


Perspective: Sexist Superhero Standoff

My dad took me to see “Spider-Man” the first week of its release in 2002. I walked out of the theater feeling a little dazed; my seven-year-old self had never seen that much action, apart from the minuscule amount in films like “Mulan” and “Hercules.” It was exciting, adventurous and seemed so real. I wanted to see the movie again, because it was that movie that made me decide I was a comic book film fan.