On Tuesday afternoon, a pigeon flew into a Bwog Staffer’s window and stared into their soul. The moment was so moving the young writer eternalized it in the poem New York Times critics have called
Going to the doctor is scary in and of itself, but going to the doctor by yourself for the first time can be a minefield of confusion and frustration. Bwog is here to help you
Professor DeFries and Coleman talk about their two books and the intersection in problem-solving between nature and polarization.
Staff Writer and lapsed musician Jeff Davis attended a live virtual performance at the Lantern in the Lenfest Center for the Arts last Tuesday of Brandee Younger and Dezron Douglas, a harp and bass jazz
Columbia University’s longtime legal advocate for LGBTQ rights and racial equity steps down from her role as Executive Vice President for University Life to join the Biden-Harris Presidential team.
Olivia Rodrigo’s Drivers License has topped charts since it was released on January 8, and there is nothing like blasting the song while driving through the suburbs and scream-singing to your heart’s content. Here are
Reporting live from Columbia University in the City of [Your_Hometown_Here], I’m here to tell you how to emulate going to school in the city while trapped in the suburbs.
In which Bwog writers are berated. Being at home hasn’t stopped Bwog from doing our favorite thing: receiving hateful comments. Inspired by a video made two years ago, we’ve compiled some of our favorite mean (or just generally weird) comments that readers have left on our articles.
Bwogger Jordan Merrill ventures deep into the fiery pits of the 116 St. subway station to sit down with the famous subway rat affectionately known as Rat. My palms are sweating, a sure and obvious symptom of my nervousness. Normally I bring a list of questions to these kinds of things, but I didn’t have […]
Hello, I’m back to complain about something completely arbitrary again.
Hey. It’s me again. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation, standing above you, spraying you with this can of Raid. Well, I’ve finally worked up the courage to say what I want to say to you: get the fuck out of my house.
Good morning, Bwog readers. Today is definitely NOT the last day before classes and we all have NO responsibilities!
This crotchety old man we found eating in John Jay shares his wisdom and won’t tell us how he got in here!