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Overheard at Penn: 11/15
Boy on Locust: My new thing is only checking out girls on elevated surfaces. Girl in the Houston salad line: It’s getting serious.
Dispatch: Waxed for Woodser
2:29 p.m.: I walk into the waxing room. Unlike my fratty peers celebrating Movember, I cannot grow a mustache.
Word on the Street: Why I Didn't Vote
You’ve got two choices: chocolate or vanilla. If you really like pistachio, you can technically choose pistachio, but you’re still going to get either chocolate or vanilla, so you might as well choose between those two. At Penn, liking chocolate means you fit in.
Overheard at Penn: 11/8/2012
Frat Guy: We’re out of beer? I guess I’ll drink apple juice and rum like a fucking toddler.
The Roundup 11/8/2012
How crazy was that election, huh? Did you vote? We'll judge you if you didn't. JK, we won't, but while the future of the country was being decided, we were scrounging up some good ol’ American gossip.
Mythbusters: Penn Edition 11/8/2012
As your trusted authority on Penn rumors, we at Highbrow will catch you up on some classic stories and help you separate the fact from the crap.
Tweet of the Week: 11/7 - 11/13
Because Twitter is still trendy.
True Life: I Work at American Apparel
Oh my god, this is, like, so stressful.” The girl brandished a pair of shiny red pants ("The Disco Pant," $85, FYI), in my face.
Word on the Street: Calm Down Before the Storm
Standing on the corner of 43rd and Market with my weight in canned food sitting like a ton of steel inside my housemate’s hiking–sized megabackpack, my spine caving into an awful kind of inverted “U,” I truly began to understand the concept of the sophomore slump.
Overheard at Penn: 11.1.2012
Sexy cop: I love bobbing for apples, it’s like waterboarding except with prizes. Girl: Maybe she should just eat pizza like the rest of us without boyfriends. Girl: I’m going to Huntsman to find my husband — bye! Lanky engineer: That exam took me to a nice dinner.
The Roundup: 11.1.2012
So Hurricane Sandy kind of blew, huh? (Get it?) In our little nook of West Philly, it seems the worst damage was done to the livers of those who chose to drink their way through the storm.
Tweet of the Week: 10/31-11/6
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True Life: I am a Sugar Baby
One day, while doing my usual peruse of HuffPo during Stat (yawn), I came across an article that both captivated and confused me.
Overheard at Penn: 10.25.2012
Professor: Ooh, is that an African tribal bracelet? Student: No…it’s…from Forever 21. Girl: He looked like a sexy Ron Stoppable. Freshman: I can settle for a 3.9 this semester. Guy in Blarney bathroom: Ever since I’ve discovered gay bars, I just can’t bring myself to pay for drinks. Girl: Do you ever see somebody that’s just so happy?
The Roundup: 10.25.2012
Welcome back, kiddos. While you were off galavanting in pumpkin patches and drinking the sweet, sweet ambrosia that is apple cider, Highbrow was here, trolling for overheards and gossip.
Word on the Street: From Penn to Oktoberfest in 96 Hours
Let’s be real: Oktoberfest is every frat boy’s wet dream: beer, boobs, a selection of heavy, meat–based foods, amusement rides and more beer.
