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(04/09/09 4:59am)
This week, my favorite pair of jeans died. RIP black ankle-length skinny jeans with the contrast stitching. We had a good run, but alas, our affair ended due to two rather large holes that would expose my hot pink underpinnings to anyone looking in my general direction. C'est la vie. The whole situation got me thinking an awful lot about jeans though.
(04/02/09 4:41am)
We love lists. We love making them, reading them, crossing things off of them. Each issue of Street starts with a story list and ends with a production checklist. My MacBook desktop is littered with virtual post-its filled with to do lists. I’m a sucker for Pitchfork’s 100 Best Tracks lists and Mr. Blackwell’s lists and really any list that takes a great deal (or even a small deal) of information and organizes it into neat bulleted columns.
(03/26/09 3:29am)
Every day professors tell us all kinds of crazy stuff that we are expected to believe, no questions asked. The top three most mind-baffling professorial assertions I have been subject to thus far are:
(03/19/09 8:32am)
In an effort to make flying a little more pleasant this spring break, I decide to pack light. I threw a few sweaters, some jeans and a couple pairs of sneakers in a bag and headed to good ol’ PHL International. I was confused, however, to step off the plane into 85-degree weather. Had I accidentally hopped on the Penn express to Pulco? The distinct lack of tequila and illicit behavior indicated otherwise.
(03/11/09 1:09am)
My friend Kara’s favorite game is to ask new acquaintances to describe in explicit detail what they would eat (every meal and in-between snacks!) if this was their last day on Earth. Because, as she so aptly notes, you can tell a lot about someone by the food they eat.
(02/26/09 7:07am)
I am a nomad. I have lived four different places in my not-quite-three years at Penn, not to mention the two summers I’ve spent in New York City dorms. I have done the roommate thing, the living in a house with 30 other girls thing, the off-campus thing, the apartment-style grad dorm thing, the subletting thing. I’ve done it all. And I’m moving again in May. And then one last time in August. Just for kicks.
(02/19/09 5:16am)
When I was the Ego editor way back in the fall of 2007, my co-editor Chloé and I came up with a slew of questions that we routinely asked our Egos of the Week. One of those questions was, “There are two types of people at Penn, those who ____ and those who ____.” The answers to this question ranged from wildly amusing to mildly offensive, but they always struck me as quite apt. Maybe it’s not fair to classify students at this fine institution this way. Maybe it’s even unnecessarily divisive. Regardless, I contend that there are two types of people at Penn: those who love Fisher Fine Arts Library and those who do not.
(02/12/09 5:37am)
With everything awash in red and pink during this most hallowed/dreaded of Valentine’s weeks, my thoughts turn to soulmates of the fictional variety, those people you just know you’re meant to be with… if only they were, you know, real. See: Say Anything’s Lloyd Dobler, High Fidelity’s Rob Gordon (so maybe I have a thing for the not-so-fictional John Cusack?), Gilmore Girls’ Jess Mariano (not quite John Cusack, but underachieving, angsty and literary, nonetheless). But one guy stands alone as my one true fictional soulmate: Seth Cohen.
(02/05/09 7:33am)
Fact: Penn is an incubator for weirdos, myself included. I do all kinds of weird stuff. I won’t eat food kept in refrigerators. I have a fondness for men’s clothing despite my 5-foot frame. I prefer to dip my french fries in soft serve ice cream instead of ketchup. I find 4:30 a.m. to be a completely normal bedtime.
(01/29/09 5:50am)
“Isn't having a letter from the editor on the first page of your magazine self-indulgent?”
(01/22/09 7:13am)
While some of you frolicked in Cabo or hobnobbed in Aspen, I spent most of winter break holed up in bed (thanks Streptococcus pneumoniae!) in the ’burbs of the Midwest. Four weeks and three rounds of antibiotics later, I have regained not only my health, but also an appreciation for the brilliance that is Beverly Hills, 90210. Yes, 100 episodes will turn any casual viewer into a full-on fanatic.
(12/04/08 6:46am)
BOOBIEZ!!!!!
(11/20/08 8:06am)
In the Cameron Crowe classic Say Anything…, Diane Court explains, “I have a theory of convergence, that good things always happen with bad things.” This moment marks for me such an intersection: today is the much-anticipated arrival of shoutouts and my last letter as Editor-in-Chief of this magazine. (I’ll leave it to you to decide which is the good and which is the bad.)
(11/13/08 7:41am)
The Social Ivy. We’ve all heard the phrase, whether during the tours we took of Penn as high school juniors or from our own mouths as we explain to non-Quakers why they should be impressed with our credentials. True or not, the latter is the ultimate branding strategy; the only thing better than demanding elite status is to do it while simultaneously implying that our love of all that is social precludes us from being labeled obnoxious or snobbish.
(11/06/08 8:06am)
Yes we did. Our votes counted, our voices were heard. For a Democrat like myself, Tuesday night was a true triumph.
(10/30/08 7:14am)
Everyone knows what a large number of Facebook friends signify: you are popular. Or you're so deluded that you request friendships from random people who, in desperate need of appearing popular, accept said requests. (And admit it: at some point, you’ve either been that overeager requester or unscrupulous accepter.)
(10/23/08 6:32am)
In 1995, the computer-generated marvel Buzz Lightyear voiced the mantra of our modern era: to infinity, and beyond! Go ahead and laugh, but Pixar was on the money; we love the idea of the infinite, and it’s unsurprising considering that the planet we call home is not only explored but nearly exhausted. The presence of the so-called realms of the infinite — space, and the Internet — give us both the intrigue and the optimism we’d otherwise be lacking.
(10/16/08 6:13am)
It’s only when my parents make me decode my own speech that I realize how much of what we say is in the form of acronyms: there are Penn acronyms (DRL, UA, LT’s…), Internet-inspired acronyms (LOL, BRB, ROTFL) and acronyms for just about everything else (DMV, HSM…1, 2, and 3, USA). And floating within this acronym soup is the game that goes by the initials KMF: kill, marry, fuck.