A dreamer, gazing at the stars: Would you go to the moon?
European: I wouldn’t even go to fucking Wyoming.
Overheard on a Friday eve
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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 a fallen leaf. it is late october and the girl who i wanted to fall…
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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 would she want to? Live for a while then die, like crunchy leaves, like us,…
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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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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 cold cigarettes, and they are far too knowledgeable about Hegel to limit our small talk…
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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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Reigning Friendship
Another Nass writer challenges the supremacy of romance and chats about her friends
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The Bride Wore Black (and Orange)
A Nass writer and maid-of-honor offers an inquiry into the phenomenon of Princeton couples at the scene of some nuptials
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Dating, in Five Metaphors
A Nass writer pulls out the real multiplicity of love in five little analogies