Something about last week—Tuesday night, Wednesday noon—made me want to see the Princeton University Players' production of Into the Woods.

I think I was the first person unassociated with Swimming Upstream to see the production. Ever. This seems like pretty heady stuff as I sit in warm darkness waiting for the cast's final run-through to begin. I feel like an insider: I watch volunteers scurry behind the set with ...

Last week, Princeton was subpoenaed for the names and information of almost forty students, in preparation for lawsuits the RIAA is bringing against them against them. On Monday, the Nassau Weekly's Jessica Woods sat down with one of the accused to find out the real story.

Operation Style put on their annual charity fashion show on Friday on the Frist South Lawn. It looked like a benefit in a second-rate but affluent suburb, or a production at a private school looking to increase its endowment.

Halloween makes me sad now, too. It used to just be Christmas. Which at least makes sense because I’m Jewish.
Halloween. I am walking around, checkbook in hand, begging doctors to see me. This is the Upper East Side: there are a lot of doors to knock on. I ...

Dear Readers,
Last month, to the consternation of our “reporter” friends upstairs, we inaugurated the Princewatch column. This new feature severely weakened the Daily Princetonian’s morale; we received several outraged emails to that effect. To right their sinking ship, in an October 14 editorial, the Prince demanded that the ...

A slinky pack of Ivy League homos tricked me into a gay bar one early morning in the city. Instead of a name this establishment had a neon rooster above the door. By way of an explanation, one might call that rooster a ‘cock.’
Inside it was so dark that ...

The Frist package guy keeps a mini-fridge among his personal effects behind the desk at his eponymous office.  Exactly two bumper stickers decorate that fridge.  One says SOUTH OF THE BORDER and the other says NOCTURNAL EMISSIONS: WITHOUT 'EM IT WOULD JUST BE SLEEP.

We’re no longer collectively, psychically compelled to impose the old narrative on our news stories. Instead, in our state of informed, liberal, post-Katrina injustice-seeking, we’re reading for the other story. We’re reading for the story that shows our sensitivity and also reveals the depravity of the privileged classes, and maybe also diagnoses a generalized ‘what’s wrong with America’.

The Nassau Weekly was unprepared; it was eating a snack and catching up on its current events when it stumbled upon a news story about a friendly-looking member of the United States Congress.
At first the Nassau Weekly had trouble articulating what was so damn skin-crawlingly abhorrent about the exchange. Perhaps it was the Congressman’s not-quite-fluent online colloquialisms, or his persistent, lame attempts at turning the conversation toward sexy feelings.