I don’t usually write posts comparing Bwog articles with other Bwog articles, but as they say, cats only bark twice.

Bwogger James Perry details the traumatic experience of walking through Times Square.

Inspired by the hoards of people dragging chairs out of Noco, I have one simple request.

Senior staff writer Owen Fitzgerald-Diaz wonders where his plant is, what it might be doing, if it’s safe… and what could have led to its disappearance, as well as exploring the complicated mourning process after one loses a plant.

Daily Editor and Baby Bwogger, Lauren Kahme, declares her undying love for the most comforting and intrinsically good chair on campus.  

Saturday Daily Editor and baby Bwogger Lauren Kahme outlines and analyzes the various forms of Columbia students on a Saturday night.

Staff Writer Alyse Rovner experiences something in Milstein that will forever impact the trajectory of her life. 

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 […]

Staff writer Olivia Mitchell is a bullet-journaling professional of 1 month and uses this type of planning solely to feel in control of at least one aspect of her life.

Here is a list of places I’ve cried on or near campus, rated but not ranked.

The sun has closed its eyes and cast a shadow upon the lawns. The humidity has been sapped from the brisk wind. Gray clouds have settled in their positions, hovering over Butler. Nothing is sacred – it’s fucking cold outside. Here’s how to deal with the gray skies and sad vibes. 

As a Libra, staff writer Mia would like to ask two things of the world: that someone always holds open the insanely heavy doors at this school for her, and that someone always documents her life with a camera, so that she can occasionally turn and slyly look into the camera, à la Fleabag.

Who says love can’t be found in the bathroom?

Have you ever wanted to hop on a pile of leftover lentils and take a sweet ride on that conveyor belt? Us too!

A few months after getting left on read by the frontman of her favorite band, Staff Writer Victoria Borlando’s open letter contemplates the emotional repercussions of ghosting, philanthropy, and the doubt of Ezra Koenig’s relationship with his alma mater.