Richen’s work is informative, personal, and poignant, bringing home the importance of remembering the “Green Book,“ the history that made it necessary, and the black-owned businesses it showcased. And maybe it doesn’t have an Oscar, but it preserves a history that the actual award winner uses as little more than a title and a decoration in the passenger seat.
This weekend, student directors Sarah Varghese ‘19 and Evie Elson ‘19 brought Eve Ensler’s 1996 play “The Vagina Monologues,” a series of fifteen monologues, to life at Princeton University.
Originating at the University of Chicago in 1946, this illustrious dispute pits two popular Jewish holiday foods, the latke and the hamentaschen, against one another.
The Tigertones may not be asking the girl if she wants to be kissed, but I am asking them to stop singing this song — now.
The unity of the United States in its humanity, so often ignored in mainstream media and inescapable political coverage, is delicately reinforced throughout the film “Leave No Trace.”
Don’t lie in bed, idly swiping through the faces you see every day. Just say hello. What’s the worst that could happen?
We are grieving for our upbringing, our home, and above all, the eleven murdered Jews whose names should never be forgotten.
You don’t need to wear a ball gown to cram for midterms, but that doesn’t mean it’s time for sweats.
Sure, the chairs are pretty, but, lovely as they look, the wood is just plain hard and sitting on it for more than ten minutes just plain hurts.
Instead of only explaining how great the myriad groups here are, playing into our cliquish reputation, we should assure the prefrosh that it’s alright to take time to adjust to college life before plunging into extracurricular activities and groups.