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60 Hours in Limbo

Twelve hours later, I AM IN AMERICA, thank Jesus and Mohammad and Buddha and all the minor religious figures I am forgetting.

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A Look Into Sleep

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.

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Searching for Truth

Trump, Objectivity, and the Media

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Pokemon No

When childhood is sold to adults.

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Time, Space, and Train Schedules

A few married undergraduate students at Princeton tell their stories.

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Give a Glimpse of What Yer Not

Their new album, Give a Glimpse of What Yer Not, doesn’t reinvent the band’s sound; however, it does contain some of their best work. This is a natural extension of a long career, not just a cute or tired continuation of it.

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Boxed In

As U.S. immigration policy changes rapidly, is it fair that undocumented workers face the law without representation? Three years ago, countless stacks of cardboard boxes filled the basement closet of a tall, narrow building at Broad and Market in Trenton. … Read More

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Nixon’s Ghost

What separates Trump from his predecessors is his willingness, and the willingness of his supporters, to give up any pretense of subtly or slyness. Trump’s campaign, despite what the headlines say, is not unprecedented in this way. It has simply set at center stage the racial politics that Republicans have long trafficked in but preferred to dress in finer rhetorical disguises.

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Slapstick

The toy’s full name was Slapstick: An Authentic Comedy Toy for the Whole Family!TM, Slapstick himself being a kind of flesh-colored kidney-bean-shaped almost-humanoid character with googly eyeballs and kind of oozy chunky rubbery skin (which was in fact made of … Read More

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The Roller Rink

After a couple of weeks of summer classes, I agreed to join Mindy and a few of the other students for an afternoon trip to the local roller rink.

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A Manali Vigil

In the dark, I imagined the worst, as one is prone to do when female, abroad, and alone. I had locked the door from the inside, and had checked on all the windows. But this was India; taking a door off its hinges probably wouldn’t be that hard.

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The Nass 100

Every spring, the staff of the Nassau Weekly compile a list of things they do not want to see next year. However, I realized it was unnecessary to involve other people in such a task, as I am disproportionately outraged. Also, my therapist thought it would be a useful exercise.

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