Category: Campus

A Letter from the Icy Club

Do not listen to the rumors. In fact, starting right now, do not listen to anyone. No, not your closest friends. No, not even your mom. Definitely not your mom. Everyone is out to sabotage you. Paranoia is the only way to survive. I might be a saboteur (I’m not). But I might be (again, I’m not). Trust no one (except me).

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The Tale of the Cake Nazi

I haven’t ever written for the Nassau Weekly. But I have wanted to get this story off of my chest for quite some time, and it has somehow managed not to find a way into any of the other campus newspapers and magazines.

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An Uncommon App

Perturbed by Cannon Club’s ballsy application.

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Feminism: 1, Assault: 0

A couple Fridays ago, joined by the presidents of Kappa and Pi Phi, I spoke as the Theta representative at Take Back the Night. The evening was frantically managed, with speakers from what seemed like every organization on campus standing … Read More

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Seeking Out the Greats

Princeton University is a warped, funhouse mirror image of Hollywood, where the oldest and least attractive people are the stars and the beautiful children of privilege pay high prices to stand briefly in their presence. Like Princeton, Hollywood is a … Read More

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A Fragile Peace

Commentary on Anna Kimmel’s “you’ve heard it before | you’ll hear it again” and suicide across college campuses

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Women in Math

“The issue, then, is that in the minds of female students, math becomes a game for ‘smart people’—and over time, fewer and fewer girls retain the confidence to overcome that perception.”

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The Debutante Diaries

A broad archway of fake sunflowers and fall foliage stood at the head of a long runway of bright green Astroturf. Dozens of women milled around, filling the room with gossipy chatter. No, this wasn’t Michael’s at the beginning of the fall holiday season.

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The Beach: A Brofile

The beach is at once a confusing and wonderful thing to behold. Like a sandbox for man children, the beach is full of all the earthly pleasures one would expect of such a place–one metric ton of white sand, an inflatable treasure chest cooler filled with Coronas, a leafy green palm tree and a speaker from which the country stylings of the Zac Brown Band can regularly be heard.

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2D in 3D

I only knew one member of 2 Dickinson Street, the vegetarian co-op also known as 2D, when I signed up for a meal, though I didn’t know him that well. I didn’t know anyone from my year joining next year, as my friends and I had all joined clubs or went independent.

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The Desert of the Meal

Slavoj Žižek seems like he is on the brink of a nervous breakdown when he lectures. He waves his arms wildly. He pulls at the front of his unassuming gray T-shirt. He grabs at the hair on his forehead. He … Read More

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From the Editors

Forever 30, Forever Nass.

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