At least since I have been on campus and Shirley Tilghman has been University president – both situations date to fall 2001 – the Princeton Tory and the Organization of Women Leaders have not been able to get along.
by Sara Mayeux on
I am perhaps the only card-carrying socialist who will admit that he loves Starbucks. My leftist friends, even the ones who aren’t nearly as active as I am, find this sort of behavior revolting. I’m already on probation for being a Zionist, saying that the left doesn’t know all the answers to war and peace, and being chummy with the bureaucrats in Nassau Hall.
by Elliot Ratzman on
I haven’t ever written for the Nassau Weekly. But I have wanted to get this story off of my chest for quite some time, and it has somehow managed not to find a way into any of the other campus newspapers and magazines.
by Barbara Luse on
Junior year, I was losing fights with acne, schoolwork, and my love life. But then I started working out and following my dermatologist’s orders. One day during a heat wave, I wore a wife-beater (and my newly clear skin) to school, and the ugly duckling became a swan.
by Justin Gerald on
Every so often, perhaps on mornings that are either particularly busy or particularly still, I get the feeling that I am walking through the Princeton campus like a zombie, my face whitened by the seemingly eternal winter, sub-ocular scrota pronounced … Read More
There is something intimately sensual about it, and I’m sure many smokers will agree with me. The elegant dance of fresh hot tobacco smoke rising into the transparent expanse, traversing only for a moment the contours of moving air and then diffusing casually into its surroundings, leaving behind only the stale scent of a bowling alley late at night.
by Benjy Gerut on
In perhaps the greatest scoop of the year, specialists with the Nassau Weekly Department of Literary Espionage discovered an advance copy of J.M. Coetzee’s newest work in the men’s room stall of “The Mother of All Bathrooms” on the 300 … Read More
by Rob Buerki on
Note: Charlie Rose is a talk show host who speaks with notables from around the globe in a casual across-the-table setting that floats mysteriously in a formless black void. Everybody knows that. But what “viewers like you” don’t know is … Read More
by Jacob O. Gold on
It is a cowardly New World in many ways: distance killing enables us to blow people to falafel with the push of a button; comradely criticism is muted by the whine of cultural sensitivity; salesmen flood our inboxes rather than … Read More
by Elliot Ratzman on
When I was younger, I remember wholeheartedly embracing that whole freedom of speech thing. After all, those of us raised in the 1990’s are members of the first generation to live in an America with legal flag burning and Banned … Read More
by Mike Jorgensen on
After coming back from the Street with my buddies one night, we were trying to decide on a new challenge with regard to the females on campus. After all, there are only so many things you can do with Spelling-Bee … Read More
by Tyler Allard on
Last night, I was waiting in line for the bathroom in the basement of Pianos, a popular hangout in the Lower East Side of Manhattan for, among others, college-aged Asian girls posing as semi-literate meth heads (description courtesy of Vin Dee of Arbor Day), when I observed one of the most absurd debates I expect to encounter during this election year. The exchange was between a white college-aged kid wearing standard New York club-going attire and a Latino guy. Neither were typical clientele of the club, which is known, even in the Lower East Side, for being particularly hipster-rific.
by Alex Rosenfeld on