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Rules for When You Plan on Educating Your Future Children about Mortality

Tell them they will never die because they are too young to understand object permanence. Avoid their questions. You do not own any pets.

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Lindner Park

A reflection on yard signs, people-watching, and living in a swing state during the 2020 election.

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Alexandria Herr

When I tell people my name, people often ask if I’m named after the city, or, if they’re particularly bookish, the library. I’m actually named after neither. For a long time before I was born, my mother couldn’t figure out what to name me. She really liked Caitlin as a middle name, but had no idea what would be good for my actual name.

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From Sleepers to Sweepers: Princeton Curling’s Unlikely Redemption Arc

A dark horse of college curling finally receives their flowers.

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Murray-Dodge is Nothing

Murray-Dodge has substance and is not empty.

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To Proclaim a Dying World

“A museum setting might sterilize the dread of the inevitable ending at which any chronological exhibit explicitly in conversation with environmentalism must arrive. But the accessibility of this juxtaposition right up front makes sure one is clued into that inevitability and made to feel it violently.”

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That Unique Place

Everyone who spends time as an undergraduate at Princeton inevitably winds up inside Firestone Library at one point or another. Whether it’s for a Writing Seminar, JPs, or theses, Firestone sucks us all in, without fail…

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Goldie’s Guilt

I learned my lesson long ago: there is no place for “Zahava” in Starbucks. For many years, in the overpriced land of hissing espresso machines and foamed upper lips and green-clad baristas, Zahava didn’t exist. Instead, for the ten minutes I spent each day ordering coffee, I was Zoe, or Sarah, or Lauren. It was easier that way. But I resolved recently to tell the truth about my name.

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A Better Course Guide

Fall 2012.

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Sweet Strawberry Jam

Animal Collective doesn’t sound like a rock band. It sounds like a couple of shamans have sat down around a fire every once in a while with an acoustic guitar, a floor tom, and a delay pedal to effuse sixty … Read More

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Where is the Clit?

Dear Sexpert, If someone rims my ass am I still a virgin? – Carnally Concerned Dear Carnally Concerned, Not in the eyes of Jesus, you aren’t. Dear Sexpert, My vibrator got lost in my birth canal when I was double … Read More

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True and False: Bacon Transgressions

Let’s play a game.

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