Welcome back to Penn–adise, muchachos. Sorry you have to trade your bikinis for winter parkas. While the weather may be cold and cloudy, Highbrow is here to bring the sunshine back into your lives.
Walking out of VP on Saturday afternoon, I had five new Grindr messages. Booyah. Three messages were from an old “professional type” looking for a twinky college boy, and the others were from a steamy grad student in the School of Design.
In part two of my tween–obsession saga (for those of you following along, yes, I’m still listening to One Direction), I have a crush on a group of teenage–boy Vine stars. Rereading that sentence made me gag a little.
Theta frosh: Siri, where's Oz?
A's boy: Who the fuck doesn't have Uber?!
Girl on Locust: I may have egged a house once.
VP security guard: I ooze flowers.
Blonde girl: I just feel like I get really fucked up and suck dick at every date night.
This Nightingale Nurse may be a tinder tease, but she’s DFA, down for anything. You can find her under the button—get your mind outta the gutter! She’ll be filming “The Button Show with Emily Rubin”
Fun Fact: Uber is not the only method of transportation in Philadelphia. Try SEPTA, you spoiled brats.
Market Frankford Line (MFL)
Stop: 13th Street
What’s there: Reading Terminal Market—home to every type of ethnic food and Amish mac and cheese.
Nearby: City Hall, Love Park
Who to go with: Your new PC
Spencer the Politician has been class president for four straight years. His legacy? A new and improved *Fab Club.* And he’s not leaving Penn just yet; find Spencer sub–matriculating from Wharton to SEAS for his Masters in Robotics and Engineering.
Yesterday morning I fell down five icy stairs on my back porch. It was incredibly painful. I sat there, alone in the cold, clawing for my phone, for two freezing–cold minutes.