On election night, I watched America have a collective panic attack.
Bishop White, a stuffy little room on the second floor of Houston Hall with portraits of old white dudes in spectacles on the walls, is an unlikely place to hang out with three of the funniest people I’ve ever met.
Inside Penn’s Adderall Obsession
Spread the love, kids.
Penn is more than rush.
Name: The Shakespeare Portrait Wall in Fisher–Bennett
Hometown: Stratford–upon–Avon, UK
Activities: Hanging out on the wall, side-eyeing English majors
Street: So, you’ve obviously mastered the resting bitch face.
This summer I was a middle aged rabbit going through a messy divorce. I was a grandmother with a penchant for S&M, and bank robber who could communicate only in song.
Spring Fling serves as a reminder that our social lives are dominated by Greek life. But why do we calmly accept a fucked–up system where men get to call all the shots?
Try the pig penis. Tell us how it goes.
It seems like everyone from Brad Pitt to Jared Leto rocks a topknot these days. Man buns might be resting on the top of the most handsome heads in all of Hollywood, but not everyone agrees they're a positive addition to the campus manscape.
Grey cards, grey cars, all grey errthang.
There’s a time and a place for sexy. Your little cousin’s bat mitvah isn't it. Your 9am recitation isn't it. Your TA’s office hours might be it. A date night where your ex–boyfriend is going with some fucking freshman is definitely it. So, how do you pull off looking effortlessly sexy?
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