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Weird Vermeer

When I’m trying to be cool talking about my intersession I tell people I was visiting friends who are doing a gap year in the Capitol (which is technically true), but mostly I was hanging out with my aunt and going to art galleries.

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Things That Are Not a Meal 101

Remember when you were a kid, and, when you were hungry, you ate, either food that you liked or food that your mom forced you to eat, and, when you weren’t hungry, you didn’t eat?

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What I Like

I like full lips. Not so that the mouth looks large, just lips that look a little heavier than mine, so that they fall almost into a pout, curling, hanging. I like lips that say, “I’m here, I’m here to do something,” and spread to reveal a smile of wide, white teeth.

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Jackson Browne

I first got into Jackson Browne in that awkward phase of adolescence where nothing seems to really make sense and you’re caught between the comforts of youth and promise of adulthood.

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Doing Less

There is a War on Doing Less going on in this campus. And, not unlike many great wars before it (Second Punic, Cold, Fox television’s “The War at Home”, etc.), you may not realize which side you should be on … Read More

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Tongue Tied

In-between three languages, a writer reflects on how study abroad has opened her eyes to the creative opportunities in language.

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Against the Clock

Things I collected during freshman year: friends (best, close, good, former), extracurricular activities, hook-ups, enough books to confidently shelve a small library, a GPA much lower than the one I had in high school, a battered but resilient sense of self-worth, a battered but resilient liver, and maybe some small amount of knowledge. All of this was great, except for one thing: I had no free time whatsoever.

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My Men: Privileged Little Gay Boy

A tale for those who love not wisely but (not) too well.

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Ask A Girl

Q: How important is size really? for real? A: The answer would have been “not at all” until I personally experienced the magic of a throbbing 8-inch cock extending from the body of a crew-rowing Adonis with unrivaled stamina and cardiovascular ability.

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Caroline Feeley

“She never seemed a hundred percent after that,” Isabella Bersani, a sophomore teammate and friend of Caroline Feeley, says while recalling a match in December of 2012. Certainly, Caroline was less than 100%. On that day during the annual mixed doubles Christmas tournament, Caroline had hurt her MCL in nothing more than a game held for fun between the men and women of Princeton squash.

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Princeton’s Glass Menagerie

Considering glass buildings and the implications of tourism on Princeton’s campus.

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Come Inside

Offstage at the Vagina Monologues

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