Riled-up interrogator: “Name one semi-casual restaurant in Princeton that you’d take a friend-turned-lover to right now!”
Overheard at a dorm postgame
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Persimmons of another tree: a transfem’s song of love and rejuvenation
“When I say room I mean this space that contains me. / When I say this space that contains me I mean I fill this space. / When I say I fill this space I mean this space is my body.”
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Mass Hysteria: Full Design
For the fourth annual Women’s Issue of the Nass, women writers and artists reflect on home, nourishment, motherhood, and embodiment.
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Nothing Like Mom’s Cooking: Reflections from Professor Mommy’s Daughter
A reflection on the nourishment our mothers provide, both physical and emotional.
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Inside Princeton’s Underground Student-Run Restaurant
A prix-fixe, a poached pear, and a labor of love.
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Vibe Crafter: Full Design
This week the Nass learns the lingo of NBA internet fandom, reflects on terror in public transit, and explores the secret world of dorm fine dining.
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To See Something And Say Something
“To ask people to tell what’s suspicious and unusual is to expose innocent individuals to a system that constantly profiles and projects fear, to always assume the worst.”
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Something Real Fishy: Friendship, Twitter, and the Limits of the Dictionary
A personal take on the dialect of NBA internet fandom.
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Things So Obvious They Almost Make No Sense: Defamiliarization and the Default in Megan Hunter’s The End We Start From
“I couldn’t discern an agenda, political, spiritual, or otherwise, and yet the novel felt anything but aimless. Primarily, it read and resonated like poetry.”