Nov

18

NYU Diaries: Winter in Clubland

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Bwog NYU correspondent W.M. Akers is back, this time with a few observations on how our neighbors to the south go out and get down.    


Does Columbia have a “Sex and the City” problem? Girls at NYU, it seems, are still infatuated with the show, and those who go out regularly tend to fancy themselves as Carrie Bradshaw. Miranda was always my favorite–so sensible!–but I never see anyone dressed up in a power suit and bad teeth. Perhaps it is unfair to connect the habits of the NYU sorority crowd with a single TV show–it’s possible they came upon their style as a group, convening around the start of the millenium to agree, “Okay, so it’s a little black dress, high, badly bleached hair, and heels we can’t quite walk in. We’re wearing that three nights a week for the next decade.” But they do as Carrie did, riding cabs to the coolest clubs, sipping designer cocktails and sharing anecdotes in a haze of post-feminism, which took the place of cigarettes years ago. Carrie, of course, was deft enough to enjoy both at once.

As every first week freshman knows, to have fun in New York one must spend $30 to walk into a loud room where they sell $11 drinks and help you get a $20 cab home. After a few weekends most freshmen–or at least their parents–notice that such fun abuses body and wallet, and begin socializing more conservatively. The onset of cold weather poses a unique problem for those students who continue to spend their weekends on steamy dance floors. If there is a coat check it probably costs extra, and God knows you won’t look cute if you don’t shed the fake mink before you start to shake your thighs.



The correct approach is that of a pair of coatless young students huddled outside my dorm last night, learning that cold winds grope indiscriminately. The rational clubgoer dresses for heat, avoiding the biting cold during the few the minutes it takes to hail a cab. They shivered, hunched over, tried to catch a driver’s attention and lost him to a couple wearing sensible shoes. When I finally moved on, our pair was clomping towards the stolen cab, expressing their disgruntlement in full voice. Down the street at La Esquina, hungry predators waited for tacos and watched the miniature drama.

These creatures–the stumbling and the staring–are good specimens of a nightlife tadpole. As they grow–note that the word “mature” is inappropriate–they will become more assured and less excited about their excursions. They may go out less often, but with stronger sense of purpose. Many will fail to reach full growth, passing instead to a dating lifestyle of take-out Chinese and Blockbuster rentals. But for those who develop fully, a thrilling, if tawdry, life awaits them. Take, for instance, a couple I passed a few Fridays ago, shuffling home after two in the morning. From head to toe the woman had perfect conformation, not attractive so much as well-executed: gently curled hair, flesh-pinching silver dress, the works. She marched, shoulders back and with eyes looking at neither the sidewalk nor her mongrel boyfriend.

Now, I am ever amused by the success or failure of women in this city to walk in high heels. For a man amazed that they even make shoes like that, much less that anyone can strut in them, there is no better exhibition than the sidewalks of SoHo on late weekend nights. Whenever I see a woman walking steadily, I have to see what height shoes she can manage. I turned to check out this woman’s footwear and when I looked back up, disappointed by the gentle slope of her heels, her boyfriend was glaring at me, hollering unintelligibly about, I suppose, keeping my eyes off his baby. A casual interest in insane footwear almost got me punched in the nose, and all because this simp’s girlfriend keeps her feet so near her ass. I hope, Bwog readers, that you appreciate the risks I take for you.

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19 Comments

  1. i enjoyed it:  

    way to outsource to that NYU talent Bwog. To take an analogy too far, NYUers down south are the illegal immigrants and/or Indian tech support to our American multi-national corporation (that's you Bwog) in this equation. the question is, is blogging a free or a fair trade enterprise?

  2. Creepy,  

    much? Imagine if NYU kids were following us around and studying our ways.

  3. best sentence

    "From head to toe the woman had perfect conformation, not attractive so much as well-executed: gently curled hair, flesh-pinching silver dress, the works."

    'The works' is a bit cliché, but the rest of the sentence is very entertaining.

  4. well

    1) Yes. We do have a SATC infestation among freshmen. It's kinda gross. Newsflash female Carman residents. You are not living 'the city life'.

    2) Incredibly well-written. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this post. Note the brilliant use of subtly disdainful "Scientific" observation. Are you taking notes Armin?

  5. yo..  

    Bwog commentators, who unfairly hate on everything, are particularly unfair and hateful towards Armin Rosen. Armin, you have my support.

  6. Criticizing Armin

    is like criticizing Mahmoud Abbas

  7. umm bwog  

    Don't you at least want to post about the Barnard fire last night so you can make fun of Barnard girls?

  8. my opinion:  

    fabulous article, i only wish that more (any?) columbia kids could write as well as w.m. akers

  9. joy chang  

    You know something? I love these outsider NYC perspectives. I almost want to write my own column on the city, being from it.

    And look, you can't compare NYU to Columbia. Fact is, we have a harder, more time consuming curriculum and they have the Village.

  10. yellowboohbah  

    understand that generalizations are never a sufficient way to categorize anything. the club world is very, very diverse. i'm guessing the freshies are living the B+T life, but NY still has some clubs that are true to the way they were 10 years ago. not many, but some. most of NY nightlife has degenerated into an overpriced sense of importance for the underaged and/or insecure set. meatpacking is certainly no exception, but it still has a few good spots. forget about chelsea. the city is not what it used to be in terms of the quality and scale of its nightlife, but that's largely because of the shift to bottle service in order to afford mount everest rents, which brings in the superficial financial types and drives out the creative ones.

  11. meh  

    can we lose this dude(tte)?

  12. this guy is lame  

    Why do we need an NYU student to talk about going out?!
    ...oh that's right we live in a bubble.

    But not all of us!
    Bwog, if you want someone to cover a downtown beat, why don't you try to find a CU student who--gasp!--actually goes out?!
    ..Maddie, anyone?

  13. THE TRUTH  

    HERE IS THE FUCKING DEAL: ALL YOU LITTLE GIRLS ON CAMPUS WHO THINK YOU ARE IMPORTANT B/C YOU TAKE A CAB DOWNTOWN ON THE WEEKEND ARE FREAKING LOSERS.

    YOU ARE NOT LIVING THE CITY LIFE AND YOU NEVER WILL BE. HOW ABOUT YOU GO OUT TO THE BARS/PARTIES ON CAMPUS AND ACTUALLY GIVE THE GUYS HERE A FREAKING CHANCE. DON'T BE SUCH STUPID STUCK UP CUNTS.

    YOU ALL LOOK THE SAME (5-FOOT TALL PETITE BRUNETTES WHO ARE PRUDE AS HELL) SO DON'T THINK YOU'RE SO HOT/UNIQUE/IRREPLACEABLE.

  14. But fo real  

    NYU is hip, but it is barely New York. The hip scene near NYU hasn't been around for much more than half a century.

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