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Partir C’est Mourir un Peu

“Her grandmother had taken her to a psychiatrist once. She was seven years old at the time, and it had been the first Monday of the school year.”

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Sacramento, 2018

The sidewalk outside is wet. So is my swing hanging from the orange tree branches, and my pink boots by the door that hurt.  I like to draw the same picture over and over, a different bedroom from mine scratched … Read More

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it is late october and i thought i was falling in love three weeks ago

(There’s something off about this moment, a beauty mark on the day. I’m feeling small and alone, far away from home and homesick for my car.)   it is late october and a discarded napkin  swirls in the wind, imitating … Read More

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Teeth

Meditations on Didion, Rooney, Shakespeare, and tooth extraction

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Sentence Starters

We haven’t learned the right tense: the cliché of red leaves falling, your choice  of hazelnut cold  foam atop my cold brew, that dead squirrel we mourned for because despite the newborn tents we couldn’t have brought her back. Why … Read More

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“It’s Just a Sex Thing”: Hookup Culture and the Death of Movement Feminism

This Nass writer assembles anecdotes from six Princeton women to answer the question: Where do we go from here?

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The Dating Issue: Full Design

This week, we shacked up, settled down, and cuffed ourselves into oblivion

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Nass List: What’s Your Type?

What’s our type?

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I Got with an Alum, and I Liked It: A True Story

“‘We both have husbands,’ replied the other man, and they leaned in for a passionate kiss.”

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Room for Romance? Residential Colleges and Their Dating Prospects

Mathey / Rocky  They’re objectively beautiful. Cultured. Nuanced. The only problem is our age gap.    I really like their history lectures, but I worry our relationship can only exist in les amphithéâtres. They drink their coffee black, they enjoy … Read More

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Nass Recommends: Four Books of Theory to Impress Your Crush

A little bit of theory to fill you in on human emancipation and elevate your reputation

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At the End of It

“She was smiling. She hadn’t stopped smiling since she got here. He wanted her to stop. He’d known her for months and hadn’t seen her cry yet.”

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