In defense of Campus Club

The eating clubs are known for their clever names: Terrace Club's name comes from its huge deck, and Tower Club is named for its ... well ... tower, but Campus Club has the witty-name market cornered: It's the one that's on campus.

As you pass by, you may take a moment to notice the club's lovely exterior. When it rains, the front lawn of Campus takes on an authentically Floridian swamp vibe. It's quite exotic, and when it gets warmer out, I suggest taking a dip in the swimming pool that develops right outside of its front door. Refreshing!

The basement of the club is technically known as the Taproom Cafe, but I just think of it as a delightfully creepy study space. Wanna sit alone and read vampire lit in a wood-paneled basement? Go to Campus. Wanna rehearse that embarrassing scene from acting class in peace? Go to Campus.

Since it's essentially the first club you pass on the way to your own club of choice and the last one you pass on your way home, make use of it. According to a recent Daily Princetonian article, many students think of Campus as "a bathroom stop on the way home from the Street." A very expensive, very empty bathroom.

Now don't get upset. I know, we spent a lot of money and time on this place, but this is Princeton. We can all admit that we're pretentious enough to have a special club just to pee in. Let's embrace it.

So, next time you're about to strut right past the Campus Club, stop in. Not to eat or hang out - goodness, no - but to relieve yourself. If we all do our part and the trend catches on, then maybe we can change the club's name to something a bit more specific.