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Welcome to Our Study
Take off your underwire bra and your prison tattoos. Thank you. Put in these earplugs please. You’ll hear us; we’ll speak very loudly and with gestures.
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Can You Make Friends on the Internet?
You: Hey You: How’s it going? You: Oh…that’s your penis. > You disconnected.
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“Fact-Heavy and Exceedingly Vapid”: A Visit to the Bill Clinton Presidential Library
A shrine to Slick Willie and his presidential T-rex.
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PrinceWatch
A man may take to drink,” wrote George Orwell, “because he feels himself to be a failure, and then fail all the more completely because he drinks. It is rather the same thing that is happening to the English language. It becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness of our…
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Read This (Or Else)
Dearest Nass readers, I feel your pain. You, former bandies, who sit there with your thick glasses, Rubik’s Cube, and encyclopedic knowledge of Civil War battles. Even if you forced your nerdy self into hiding when you arrived at Princeton and are pretending you’ve always been cool, I know your past.
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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. Arranged without logic and hard to reach, each of these boxes opened to reveal the endless…
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Tyler, the Creator
I got 99 problems, and all of ’em’s being happy,” bursts out Tyler Okonma—better known by his stage name Tyler, the Creator—on “Pigs,” one of the many disturbing looks inside the mind of this 22 year-old rapper on his new album Wolf. The pop-culture riff with a demented personal twist is Tyler’s signature move, and…
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Someday I’ll Come Back to Peter Taylor
“Remember how lovely / Your dreams once were, filled with sandcastles / made from stolen buckets on a beach / Long since nationalized.”
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Said, softly
Said, softly October crushes down, squeezing the juice of summer and all the faces are new fresh new Mouths fallen heaps of gloss and lips Sit. Sleep. October crushes, and leaves curl on asphalt like fingers. The leaves hurt, and the new new fresh new faces. The air stings pleasantly, like mint, like…
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Why Princeton students are like flowers
I went up to a girl who was yelling so loudly and excitedly that I thought I was in an episode of America’s Next Top Model right after the model-hopefuls have found out that they’re going to some foreign country, like Africa or Spain. “What’s the commotion?” I asked as we stood in front of…