Ivy ‘16 Grad: I’m not telling you to bicker McKinsey, but think about it.
Yung aspiring journalist: I want to third floor bicker the New Yorker.
In this issue, the Nass protests bicker, problematizes privilege, and finds love at McCosh.
You shall fall asleep at your desk, wake up to frantically finish your essay, and then post a Snapchat with a filter hiding your under-eye bags and communally sharing your sleepless angst — all before the onset of the second sleep.
Freshman goy: I’m not trying to third-floor bicker Judaism.