Food is a fickle subject for students. Some of us love to chef it up in the kitchen, creating culinary masterpieces to fill our pukus.

Tēnā koutou, e hoa, I can feel the jitters running through my body, my palms are sweating, my knees knobbling, and my heart racing as I long for a physical copy of Massive Magazine.

With open arms and numb fingers from the broken AC in our office, I welcome you all back to the sanctuary of student news, the haven of hot gossip, Massive Magazine. Over the summer break, you may have seen some controversy surrounding our magazine’s editorial independence. Today, after not being asked to share the first magazine with any old people, I can confidently announce we are as editorially independent as ever!

Hello, friends. What a year it’s been. The last issue of Massive! Can you believe it?

Sstudent election season is a sad, empty shell of itself. It would be comical if it wasn’t so ... disappointing.

Last night, I experienced a kick of nostalgia for old gaming sites I used to fuck around on.

I missed the shit uni food, there, I said it.

Kia ora Massey whānau! Te Wiki o te Reo Māori is upon us and with it comes a wave of wholesome Māori focused content!

I think we can collectively agree that Massey is actually doing a pretty decent job of looking after its students. A huge shout out to the staff working behind the scenes to help with welfare and support during this time.

In order to help the Uni out a bit, we’ve come up with a list of possible names that we’d love to nab the top dog spot. Don’t say we never helped anyone! In no particular order, enjoy our finalists.

There tends to be a lot of discourse about student drinking culture. At Massive, we hear all sides of it, the good, the bad and the ugly. Especially from those who claim we are perpetuating it.

Currently, everyone at uni seems to have their unique sense of style. Sure, there’s definitely Tik Tok influences lurking around, from Y2K to Cottagecore, but genuinely, every person seems to be doing their own thang.

Everyone wants him, but he picked me. Yeah, the alpha sheep. The hot one, with the horns.

Personally, cooking is one of the true wonders of my life. A bit of fried fish with lemon, what could compare? Cold pizza on the morning of an eye-gorging hangover, my true one love. But it’s not always a walk in the park.

If you feel uncomfortable with our last cover, think about why. Re-examine your internalised (or not-so-internal) sexism. Free the fucking nip, it’s 2021. Free the pubic hair. Free it all.