Guest writer Elizabeth Meyer overheard some boys talking about an “inclusive fraternity” one morning at Ferris. What would that look like? Well here, she’ll explain it to you.

Bwogger Sophie Tobin brings you a simple tale of love, loss, and fried mozzarella cheese. 

Guest writer, Maya Corral, wrote this very special op-ed piece for us. You can guess to the source material that it is referring to. 

Canine-Anthropology Major Henry Golub explores the possible effects of every door on campus malfunctioning. Building users will find the piece “compelling,” “gripping,” and “fist-raising,” according to Jahz Kiddine, Drivel Editor of the Columbia Speckled Gator. Cole Umbeah Stoodent CC ’20 also found it “good.” Cole’s mom liked it too. I have a recurring nightmare. It takes place […]

We’ve already brought you a list of things that don’t spark joy, but what about the things at Columbia that make us happy, that fill us up with warm fuzzies? Turns out, lots of them are food-related.

One of the things on this campus that does not spark joy is the oppressive regime that is Columbia Dining hindering us from having a whole ass pie.

New writer Jocelyn Molina has an important message for the DJs at frat parties.

Staff writer Elle Ferguson has begun the monstrous task of tidying-up the nonessential items at Columbia. You’re welcome.

It was cold yesterday. Some people deal with it in a more bougie style than others.  I would like to report that, in the course of about fifteen hours, I counted 64 Canada Goose coats yesterday. I think we found where all the geese go when the pond freezes over. Flex on us via Flickr

The following is based on a true story. As usual, Bwog does not condone underage drinking or the use of fake IDs to get into 1020, even if all of our friends are doing it.

Staff writer Riya Mirchandaney breaks it off with her once-lover Ezra Koenig.

Staff writer Jake Tibbets would like to remind you all that he is a human being, not just a faceless void meant to inflate the number of people “Interested” in your event so you can game the Facebook algorithm.

Going to Dodge isn’t a pleasant experience for anyone. It’s smelly, sweaty, and you’re often confronted with the sight of a fiendishly good badminton team reminding you of your athletic inferiority. Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly masochistic, I’ll haul my ass to the weights room at 6 am just to scare all of the protein-shake-consuming-males […]

Staffer Jordan Merrill theorizes/investigates/conspires about the “renovations” in the Carman Hall basement.