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.
Last week at Santo’s Party House, a tiny club in Chinatown, Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All played their second New York show yet, itself the second show on Odd Future’s first ever “tour,” comprised of three East Coast shows and one in San Francisco. Odd Future is a rap ensemble from Los Angeles. All eleven of their members are under twenty years old.
The Program in Dance’s Spring Dance Festival: expertly choreographed works performed by accomplished student dancers at the Berlind Theater. There, I sat and stared at the stage. There, danced young men and women, their figures silhouetted against the backdrop, their motion passionate and firm. I sat next to my dear friend, who is herself an accomplished dancer.
Commodifying the Fetish: Everyone writes down a kinky fetish on a piece of paper. Preferably it’s their own, but an especially “sensuous” or perverted one is also applicable (zoophilia anyone?).
The Princeton eating club system is one of the hallmarks of the Princeton experience, and the Bicker process is one of its most time-honored traditions. Each spring, a new class of Princetonians competes to join their chosen club by meeting members and putting on their best face.
Our tale this week starts in times long past. Well before Facebook, well before Twitter. Even before the war in Iraq. 2002 was a strange time, but in Web 2.0’s rocky infancy British journalist Nick Denton found opportunity. Thus began Gawker Media, a collection of blogs covering everything from New York gossip to video games.
Anyone who was recently a nine-year-old boy shed at least a mouse-sized tear last week, when Brian Jacques passed away at age 71. He was the author of the Redwall series, which was, in the pre-Potter era, the best set of chunky addictive novels a kid could get a hold of.
Yoga Above feels like a perfect reflection of Princeton’s unique character: the blending of college town taste with the style and exclusivity of affluence. The result is a donation yoga studio with deluxe décor and an amazing location that serves a clientele that is stunningly homogeneous.