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  • Primal Scene

    Primal Scene

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    Rorschach tests and free-association exercises seem to me too well known, too expected to be useful for psychoanalysis. But I have found a new test to capture the shallower motions of our subconscious: the words of students childishly bumbling and malapropping their way through a new language. Being forced to speak at a childlike level…

  • Bubble Shtupping

    Bubble Shtupping

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    Why Princeton’s so hung up on hook-ups

  • Princeton’s Hottest Clubs

    Princeton’s Hottest Clubs

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    Fresh impressions of Prospect Ave.

  • Donde Esta Journalism?

    Donde Esta Journalism?

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    Dear Readers, Last month, to the consternation of our “reporter” friends upstairs, we inaugurated the Princewatch column. This new feature severely weakened the Daily Princetonian’s morale; we received several outraged emails to that effect. To right their sinking ship, in an October 14 editorial, the Prince demanded that the University create a journalism certificate program,…

  • Take It Off

    Take It Off

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    In hidden corners of campus, next to frat pregames and close to Eating Clubs, Princeton bodies convene, undress, and then converse. Last spring I opened my inbox to find an email entitled “NP.” Its contents read: “What: Naked Party. Why: For peace, love, and beauty. To be free. To explore.”

  • Passing Over Passover, Again

    Passing Over Passover, Again

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    As I plopped down my pasta-covered plate between three matzo-munching members of my eating club on Sunday, I braced myself for public humiliation. “Someone broke early!” one of them announced, pointing to my oozing manicotti. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, lightly trying to shake off my shame for breaking the rules of the Jewish diet for…

  • College Town

    College Town

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    The unexpected return of hundreds of students to Princeton for a remote semester.

  • My Spirit Hath Rejoiced

    My Spirit Hath Rejoiced

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    I was raised with the barest trappings of religion. My mother is a ‘reformed’ reformed Jew while my father is a lapsed Anglican who made the leap from agnosticism to atheism at some point during my early teenage years. I had candles in my menorah and lights on my Christmas tree but that was about…

  • The Year of Magical Fact-Checking

    The Year of Magical Fact-Checking

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    The Daily Princetonian is bad. We all know that. Their machinations have caused a great deal of trouble for those of us who enjoy spending time at various eating clubs, and, to put it bluntly, their staff either doesn’t know how to write, or is robbed of any talent by the publication itself. Accordingly, simply…

  • Friendship, Inside-Out

    Friendship, Inside-Out

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    “I was never the kid to get tangled up in chatroom relationships and online communities like many of my friends in middle and high school. I repent now, for the way I invalidated, even in my own head, the authenticity of their attachments. Laughter over Zoom is still laughter.”

  • Cheat Code Honor

    Cheat Code Honor

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    Disturbing moans of ecstasy and anguish reverberate throughout campus. The slightly overweight crowd is squeezed into a tight room: bodies press up against one another and fingers tickle the rock-hard joysticks. At the last second, my partner lets out a gasp of relief: “Ohhhhhh.” Victory.

  • A Few of My Favorite Things…?

    A Few of My Favorite Things…?

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    In the spirit of this week’s issue, I’ve been thinking about a number of things in pop culture that I seem to like for no apparent reason. Sometimes I hate myself for enjoying the following things, but enjoy them I do, however much guilt I may feel.