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Billed as Twilight Zone for millennials, Black Mirror marries sardonic wit with sharp social commentary. Its episodes explore the relationship between humans and technology in an eerie alternate reality. In Street’s not–so–humble opinion, Black Mirror is the best show ever and you should definitely be watching. Read on for some can’t–miss episodes of this can’t–miss show.
One day at Beiler’s, I couldn’t help but wonder: are the weird donut flavors really so bad? By sticking to a routine of chocolate, m&m’s, hazelnut, and peanut butter cream, are Penn students denying themselves a world of doughy deliciousness? In the name of journalism, I decided to find out. I, along with some other taste testers, asked the Beiler’s cashier for their six weirdest flavors, then hosted a donut–tasting extravaganza featuring Apple Cider, Vanilla Fruity Pebble, Elvis Delight, Maple Bacon, Key Lime and Coconut Custard.
Looking for a sleek restaurant to impress a first date or a self-proclaimed foodie friend? Look no further. Danlu recently opened on 36th and Market, and it is glorious. The new restaurant offers Taiwanese–style street food and 20 beers on tap, plus wine and cocktails. Street’s personal favorites? The Sake Sangria ($11) and Alcoholic Bubble Tea ($12). But the appeal goes far beyond the drinks.
There's only one night each year when all 12 dance groups at Penn share the same stage. And that night is the Emily Sachs Dance Benefit, which falls on Friday, January 19th this year.
There you are, simply trying to contribute to the banter dominating your GroupMe, and no one acknowledges or likes the meme you post. The horror.
When the professors are away, the students will play. St. Patty's came early this year when last Tuesday's classes were canceled for Winter Storm Stella. Students showed up en mass to snarties (snow day parties, duh), proving that even when temperatures are in the low 20s, Penn has no chill whatsoever. The fact that a day off means a darty says a lot. Just in case you didn't drink your body into oblivion during spring break, we'll make sure you start your week off with a good, clean blackout. Caricaturing themselves, and Penn culture, some students stumbled home day–drunk to apply to summer internships (Ed. note: can confirm this really happened). Some intrepid warriors built an igloo outside the High Rises. On the other side of the spectrum, finding a seat at Saxby's became harder than finding a treadmill on Pottruck's first floor.
In an ideal world, summer means lying poolside with a piña colada and a James Dean look–alike. In Penn world, summer means landing a prestigious internship that will make all your friends jealous. The grind doesn't stop when your last paper is written and your last exam is submitted. The grind continues with resume gains and the annual exodus from Penn to New York.
Maybe you know him from class. Maybe you know him from Pottruck, VP or your freshman hall. You always admired him from afar—you just didn't know if the feeling was reciprocated. One night, you and Romeo share true love's first kiss. Romeo professes his undying love for you ("You're cute"), and you swap numbers. You text him later that night, expecting a heartfelt token of his appreciation. Instead, you get this: "Seen Fri 12:38 a.m."
It started with Disney princesses. Belle was my favorite. I twirled around in a yellow dress, dreaming about the day I would find my Prince Charming. Middle school brought me the Brontës. My romantic fantasies shifted from cobblestone and castles to visions of the British moors. I imagined frolicking through the hills with my Byronic hero. He would be darkly, enticingly romantic. I would be studious and subdued.
It's 9 a.m. at your local coffee shop. The charade begins. Penn students sprint to the counter, bark orders at the baristas, scan their mobile apps and demand their coffees after 30 seconds. Pause. What kind of degeneracy is this? Does Penn no longer have time for politeness? Are we too busy to act like anything other than spawns of Satan?
January just came to a close, but New Year's resolutions are still in full swing. Many students resolved to have fitter, more flexible physiques in 2017. That means the only thing harder than finding a treadmill is booking a GSR during finals week. Some of these gym–ers have got to go. Highbrow nominates these humans:
It's 1 p.m. outside Frontera. The mental dialogue begins, hurling you into a frenzy about the unavoidable interactions you're about to have. Yeah, last night you may have shared a beer with your crush at Smokes' but WHO KNOWS what this day will hold when you inevitably run into him. Should you smile, wave or stop and chat? Should you go with a hello (formal), hi (dorky) or hey (too friendly)? When someone asks how you are, do you answer or keep moving? Are you supposed to greet TAs? How about random acquaintances? Does your half–smile look as twitchy as it feels? Was that a good interaction, or is your crush telling his friends you're a psychopath?
What is LinkedIn? A soul–sucking, stressful platform for networking: social media for the professionally inclined.
Winter is Coming. If you're like me, the thought of an East Coast winter fills you with a sense of impending doom. You don't want to trade sneakers for snow boots or break out your winter coat. Mentions of the "wind tunnel" and "polar vortex" make you want to Usain Bolt your way to California. But regardless of your opinion on the matter, soon you'll be rocking a red–nosed Rudolph look and wondering if you have frostbite on your butt or are just imagining it. Street wishes we could buy everyone one–way tickets to Malibu but we can't. Instead we did the next best thing—we researched wearable technology for staying warm.
Like most millennials, I'm addicted to my phone. When I joined a Balinese yoga cult this summer, I went a month without my laptop and I barely checked my phone. It was easier to digitally detox there: I was distracted by alternate nostril breathing and finding enlightenment. But as soon as I got back to Penn, I fell into my old habits. I often wonder what it would be like to digitally detox at Penn, so in the name of journalism I put my phone away for the weekend.
The 2016 presidential election is becoming the first internet election. First came Trump Yourself—Clinton's app for pasting Trump quotes onto people's profile pictures. Then came Twitter battles, viral memes mocking the election, live streams and gifs. Penn students voiced their political beliefs through Snapchat stories and Facebook statuses. Trump and Clinton took to Twitter like no presidential candidates ever before—and so did the voting population. In the spirit of all this, Street decided to type the candidates' names into google to see what the most helpful suggested searches were. This is what we found:
Seventy–five years ago, the DiBruno brothers landed on Ellis Island. Afterwards they wound up in Philly, where they opened a family grocery store in the Italian market. Fifty years ago, Danny DiBruno went to Switzerland, sampled the world’s best cheeses and transformed Di Bruno’s into a gourmet cheese shop.
My mom is my best friend. We're like Rory and Lorelai
in Gilmore Girls except farther apart in age (she had me at
38) and geography (we live on opposite coasts). My dad
is the real–life Phil Dunphy—doler of hugs, advice and
some seriously bad dad jokes. We're also close.
On Tuesday, September
13, Apple released its iOS
10 update. At first I was
confused—what was wrong
with iOS 9, exactly? Then I saw the new emojis and
everything was okay. Gender
diverse emojis aside, here's
everything you need to know
about iOS 10: