The Bwog is savvy. The Bwog is so savvy it can read your mind. Not really. But the Bwog can see what Google searches you use to get to the site. In the name of “Not Thinking About Finals or Graduation,” the Bwog gives you the list of Best.Searches.Ever. Can you find a theme? how […]

We are famous. Also, we sound like men.

Oh my God! How are you?! How was your break? Really? That sounds incredible. Really? Wow. That’s fantastic. So, the Bwog is back– tan, rested, and behind on all its take-home exams. Never fear, though. We’re willing to sacrifice a few grades in order to give you the quality gossip your procrastination deserves. Currently the […]

Spring Break is here and the Bwog is hightailing it to warmer climes. You might notice posts are fewer and farther between this next week. We’d tell you it’s because our motel room doesn’t have internet but, honestly, we’ll probably just be getting too drunk with our blog friends to make much sense. If the […]

  Jeff Sachs, with you and me together, why, we could end world poverty by Christmas!   More party photos after the jump.

For all you Bwogomaniacs out there, a recap of our launch party, by the numbers, at least as Bwog remembers them: ONE life-size cut-out of Jeffrey Sachs, Columbia’s sexiest sustainable developer. TWO strains of mono. THREE ungraceful moments of, how shall we say, upchuck? SEVERAL socially awkward moments with that guy from Gawker. HUNDREDS of […]

The Bwog is freaking out! Why is the Bwog freaking out? Because in 24 hours it makes its social debut. All we can hope is that our dress doesn’t rip, the boys from the local military academy don’t get too drunk, and we can remember everything we learned at Junior Cotillion. Want to be there […]

Gothamist, the Bwog will have Butler Sex with you anytime, any stack. Now, are you coming to our party?

A Blue and White correspondent was killed today during the game of “assassins” when she received a fake flower delivery call. Dubious but curious, she was shot in the back with a water pistol when she went to verify. Don’t mess with the Bwog. The hearts of first-years are not fair game. You’ll pay.

When one industrious Bwog staffer googled our name, his search revealed: a. a blog about puppies b. Bloody Wall of Gore c. Bible is not the WOG (word of God) d. The Elmer Fudd “dialectizer” (see: ‘why this site is not racist’) When that same staffer felt compelled to search “BWOG porn” he found, on […]