At 99 years old, Poppa is more scowl than man. Death it seems has forgotten about him, letting him linger and decay far past what can be natural. His life, far past being led, is endured and he swears to … Read More
Sometimes, you forget: there are people out there who do absolutely brilliant, incredible things. Even at achievement-filled Princeton—especially at achievement-filled Princeton—greatness, which is a level below the place I write about, can become benign and unimpressive. Talent becomes the norm … Read More
Attention, all you who decry the decline of American culture—where did the concept of MTV Spring Break come from? What seedy gyri or sulci of our brains make us think that a full week of developing skin cancer, developing liver … Read More
We woke up at 6 AM, painfully early for the start of Spring Break, and filed down to the well-loved minivan that would carry us on our fourteen hour journey to Georgia. A green glass mineral water bottle filled with … Read More
Friday, March 11, Japan’s Pacific shore was hit by a magnitude 8.9 earthquake, which tilted the Earth’s axis and moved the entire island closer to North America. While most people may already be aware of these tragic events, many may not be aware of the fact that Japanese earthquake and its effects were also the comedy event of the year.
The Facebook community has been under silent attack for the past few months, and the evidence is plastered all over the Walls. Careful observers have probably already spotted a few of these malignant growths on their Newsfeeds: posts that look something like Zack Newick, Giri Nathan and 15 other friends like “OMG Justin Bieber Really said that ?!!”
I consider myself a functional narcoleptic. (It’s undiagnosed, no offense to all you diagnosed non-functional narcoleptics). If I have a 10:00 AM class, I wake up at 9:10, shower, dress, take a ten-minute nap, then dash out the door.
I looked for library jobs and I looked for babysitting jobs but I found neither. Instead I landed a spot as a Recreation Supervisor for Princeton Intramural Sports (IMs).
For the past several decades, Egyptian society has languished under a repressive and stymying regime. The unemployment rate among young men is catastrophically high while pockets of religious extremism stifle liberal reform. Unsurprisingly, women bear the brunt of these social ills. Roving bands of undereducated and permanently adolescent men harass them daily on the streets, their behavior encouraged by a perversion of Islam that invites mistreatment of women.
When I was ten years old, I thought I knew everything about Pokémon. I could rattle off all 251 of their names, quote Pokédex entries by rote, and even tell you where to find a Lapras in Silver Version (at the far end of the underground lake beneath Union Cave, but only on Fridays). I even knew the rules of the arcane trading card game that everyone collected cards for but no one actually played.
Lady Gaga’s new music video tries really, really hard to jump on the current 1980s revival but it’s the worst kind of awkward sci-fi. The whole thing feels clunky, overdone, and manages to make orgies seem lame. Three strikes and you’re out.