Ego

What do you do when the sweatshop goes out to lunch? Osh! Kosh! By! Gosh! Do it yourself. Even if you can't magnadoodle your class notes in perfect calligraphy, you still should shake it up, and do a little something creative once in a while.
September 22, 2005 at 12:00 am

Whether fashion is a personal statement, a cultural expression or a worthless indulgence, we may never know.
September 22, 2005 at 12:00 am

Who is your fashion inspiration? I'd say probably my sisters and Kirsten Dunst. Where are you from? Orlando, Florida.
September 22, 2005 at 12:00 am

The advice columns of the past were written by old women who wore reading glasses and were read by pubescent teens who were too shy to ask a real person about nocturnal emissions.
September 15, 2005 at 12:00 am

Cristina Alberto: "I'm contributing to the Olsen empire." How would you describe your look? No, I don't know.
September 15, 2005 at 12:00 am

People want to read about people, people. So here you have it. Ego wants to celebrate Penn's (and by extension, Philadelphia's) scrappy individuals -- the styles, characters, cultures, subcultures, quirks and anomalies that make some people a little cooler, a little more attractive and just generally more interesting.
September 15, 2005 at 12:00 am

God, if you are a feminist please do not strike me down with your giant field hockey stick. Because, I tend to believe that for girls, hooking up is a lot more about ego, and for boys about unhooking bras.
September 15, 2005 at 12:00 am

With summer ending and the back-to-school high wearing off, the season can start to lend itself more to social anxiety than an endless flow of good vibes.
September 15, 2005 at 12:00 am

There are no excuses. I know I'm very bad but I can't seem to help it. And as much as I hate to use the term, I just may be obsessed.
April 21, 2005 at 12:00 am

I was eating an entire box of Popsicles in one sitting when I realized: I am obsessed with Popsicles.
April 21, 2005 at 12:00 am

Earlier this week I was sitting with some friends when I realized something: I was talking about myself.
April 21, 2005 at 12:00 am

In 1981, when everyone else was wearing technicolored spandex and plastic baubles, Rei Kawakubo, the founder of uber-rad clothing line, Comme des Gar?on, was clothing her models in slashed up sculptures that were black from head-to-toe.
April 14, 2005 at 12:00 am

Turning Japanese is difficult. Even if you think that you are, you probably are not. Even if you really think so, you most likely won't.
April 14, 2005 at 12:00 am

Remember when you used to venture fearlessly around continental Europe without running into every caustic Tom, Dick and Harry from Penn that a) you already slept with, b) you loathe and avoid like e.
April 14, 2005 at 12:00 am

Tamagotchi: Also known as "gigapets," these loveable, friendly keychains were popular with sexually repressed school girls on BOTH sides of the Pacific.
April 14, 2005 at 12:00 am

I want to make art that says 'fuck you!'" says Yoshimoto Nara. The artist has earned a cult fanbase in Japan, with good reason.
April 14, 2005 at 12:00 am

Matt Klapper: Matt Klapper has 691 Penn friends on thefacebook.com. He likes them all. No seriously, he does.
April 7, 2005 at 12:00 am

My watch has been broken for two years. Sometimes the hands move at twice their normal speed, sometimes not at all.
March 31, 2005 at 12:00 am

At last, after this long and freezing winter, April has arrived. Fling is just around the corner, the end of the semester is on the horizon and the sun (hopefully) is about to warm our aching bones.
March 31, 2005 at 12:00 am

Rats are brilliant architects. For them, the intended purposes of humankind's designed objects hold no meaning.
March 31, 2005 at 12:00 am