Category: Reflections

Grandmother’s Cooking

Feels like home, tastes like childhood

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Tales from the Village of Hommlet

“When I was young, I plunged a fork through Reason’s knee, and smote her atop a hill with electrical pylons.”

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The Problem with Black History Month

On February 18th, three white students competed on College Jeopardy. In the second half of the show, which, thanks to the Internet, can be viewed on YouTube, the contestants sped through five of the six categories, which included obscure topics such as “Weather Verbs” and “International Cinema Showcase.” For 10 minutes, I waited for any of them to choose a question from the sixth category labeled “African-American History.”

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Bleak Dorm

Princeton’s degree of social exclusivity is abnormal. Whether compared to colleges whose social lives are dominated by bar culture, or colleges with extensive Greek life, Princeton stands out in the extent of its social hierarchy and in the lack of truly inclusive late-night social spaces.

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The Things We Do for Love

It is not often I get to encounter a fellow Dayton, so when I heard about a new documentary called Running Wild: The Life of Dayton O. Hyde, I was suitably intrigued. The film was to be screened on Saturday, February 8 at the Princeton Public Library, as part of the Princeton Environmental Film Festival (PEFF).

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Greedy in Love

As I reflected on my failed attempt to find love on Tinder, I could not help but agree with Nietzsche.

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Lover of Mine

“I always loved her. I just didn’t always think highly enough of myself to justify this love.”

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I’m Rewriting My Story

“I often have to remind myself that I too am allowed, and can succeed with, charismatic, unapologetic style.”

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The Pressure to Strive, Etched in Stone

“Always be happy, never be content.” Etched in pavement just a few steps from my dorm, the inscription never fails to draw my attention. I’ve always read it as a testament to Princeton’s hard-driving academic ethos: a reminder to students to always keep striving, never to cease pushing themselves to achieve.

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An App For That

Uber was just the beginning, though.

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Playdates and Porn

Slowly, a faint hissing sound began to rise. The girls let out nervous giggles and looked around, shaking and sweating (in the form of a singular, gigantic sweat drop forming on each of their absurdly tiny anime noses). The hissing became louder, and we saw a yellowish haze rising around them.

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Imperfect Spaces: The Function of Closeness in Kar-wai’s In the Mood for Love and on Princeton’s Campus

How space cultivates affection, or quells it.

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