Category: Campus

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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Letter From The Editors

Welkommen.

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Love in the Orange Bubble

“I scribbled a question on my scrap of paper and tossed it into the designated baseball hat: Can you tell us a little about hookups and relationships at school?”

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Cake Deflation

Princeton peaked at new levels of saccharine-sweet this past Friday, April 29th. Some of you woke up at 4:45 AM to watch William and Kate’s Royal Wedding (4:45? why?!). And some of you wandered haplessly into Frist intending to get pizza for lunch, only to find an elaborate cake-building show in full swing.

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From the Editors

You are so thirsty. You may even be dehydrated. Scorching was the summer that just past, and wet classes and wet friendships are not yet arrived. But relief is near. For if you are reading the Nassau Weekly—and we surmise that you are reading the Nassau Weekly—you are about to become rather damp.

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Meet the Brand

By the end of her sophomore year at Princeton, Alexandra Cerf had thousands of condoms underneath her bed.

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In the Nation’s Pocket

Student activists campaigning for divestment—from fossil fuel companies, weapons manufacturing companies, or companies operating in the Israeli-occupied West Bank—must face an administration that for decades has refused to acknowledge the central point at the very core of any divestment campaign: that the university’s investments should be considered as part of the university itself.

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Listserv Love

Laundry and virtual meltdowns.

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Bike-Riding is for the Cool Kids

After reexamining my near-two years of motley New Jersey life, I can write with some assurance that my most traumatic Princetonian experience took place in transit, one December at seven-thirty in the company of a bike named Jen. I had … Read More

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A Conversation with the Editors

Ca: I think we need to have a talk.

Cb: What about?

Ca: I didn’t actually call you in here to take a shower. I called you in here for something else.

Cb: What’s that?

Ca: I called you in here because I think you have a drinking problem.

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Serrano Gets Scatalogical

The medium is the message,” Marshall McLuhan said, and Andres Serrano’s is shit: holy shit, mom shit, sheep shit, dog shit, rabbit shit, Freud shit, bull shit. Shit photographed and enlarged, shit set against campy backdrops of psychedelic swirls, shit printed, mounted and framed by somber black wood.

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Friendship, Inside-Out

“I was never the kid to get tangled up in chatroom relationships and online communities like many of my friends in middle and high school. I repent now, for the way I invalidated, even in my own head, the authenticity of their attachments. Laughter over Zoom is still laughter.”

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