This week, the Nass conducts a social experiment on BeReal, predicts the next 70 campus construction projects, and determines which famous philosophers are totally like 10/10 cuties.
A realistic romantic reflecting on long-distance relationships: “An hour is kind of far. I wouldn't even settle for Forbes.”
Preppy architecture major: "So, are you interested in the architecture of—”
Tired classmate: "Dude, I'm just trying to build some things."
Determined junior: “I’m in a war of attrition with my Coffee Club crush. And I intend to win.”
Wide-eyed junior: “How do you buy sweatpants? Are they widely available?”
Recent graduate after meeting with a Princeton career advisor: “I feel like she’s going to peel off her skin and reveal that she’s an alien who eats resumes for sustenance.”
Candid student: “Why would we go to the Whitman library? Do you hate joy?”
Chaotic SPIA major: “Gavin Newsom is so hot.”
Concerned friend: “Would you quit it with that? You need to go to therapy.”
Frequently verbatimed senior: “How do you write that in a verbatim? Eye Contact, gay handsigns?”
Feminist: “And the best part is they literally objectify men!”
Uninvited guest: “Your room is so not child-friendly.”
Resident: “Are you a child?”
Bro 1: “I love to eat pussy.”
Bro 2: “I love the smell of laundry.”
Simple-needs sophomore: “My love language is simple. You should be fucking obsessed with me.”
Gimmicky anthro major: “And the whole epistemological gag of the thing is...”
A true friend: “I feel like you sell yourself short in the Russian department.”
While watching someone sing to Taylor Swift: “You're awakening my latent homosexuality.”