Last night, Bwog readers overheard two magnificent examples of modest, Ivy League discourse. First, an anonymous artist’s failed attempt at translating peek-a-boo into performance art: Overheard: ”How much could you see? Like, could you see my vagina? I’m not a slut! I’m endearing, right?” Capital! And now for a little demonstration in modern chivalry: guy1: […]

Finals have you cramped for time? Can’t seem to fit in snuggle sessions with your dearly beloved? Don’t fret, it seems like a productive Columbian has found an out (or an in).  Guy: ”She signed me in, we had sex, five minutes later, she signed me out. She said I could cuddle if I wanted, […]

As Patti Stanger would advise the future millionaires in all of us, dating often requires figuring out your five “non-negotiables.” You know, dogs, financial security, religion, kids…and this: Guy 1: How did your date go? Guy 2: Great man, she is awesome. The only reason we aren’t dating is because she doesn’t like Radiohead. Guy […]

Could it be the winter weather? Or maybe something your CC professor said has started to sink in? Whatever it is, something has turned the Columbia community into a channel for worldly revelation. On war Guy: (to guy friend) “You’ve already hooked up with her! That’s more than half the battle!” On technology Small Child […]

Don’t you just hate how your friends are always pressuring you into things you don’t want to do? Things like drugs, alcohol, and… sandwiches? Woebegone on Broadway: “I hate it when people bring me to the deli. They’re like, let’s go to the deli! And I’m like no!” Rather gratuitous meat selection via Wikimedia

Is this a sly proposition, or a sincere metaphysical inquiry? Regardless, old man Bwog doesn’t have an answer, but suggests that it might be easier for some than for others. Overheard in Ferris: “Guys, how many people do you need for an orgy? Can you have one by yourself?“ Dr. Steve Brule has some wise […]

Sure it’s a commodity. I mean, walk by any Midtown street corner, and you’re bound to find vendors pushing the stuff by the bagful. That didn’t stop one Carmanite from getting all sentimental.         “Cashmere is proof that your parents love you and want you to be happy”   Furry sweaters via Wikimedia Commons

Think you’re all set for job fairs just ’cause you’re sporting semi-formal and have a sheaf of resumes? Think again—a tipster overheard the following ominous exchange in NoCo: “Talking to people at job fairs is, like, 50 times harder than talking to girls.” “Wow, that’s really hard.” Visual brotip via Wikimedia Commons 

…or maybe some of our peers need to get on taking a global core class, ASAP. “The only accents in the world are British and New Zealand…and Australian.” Emphasis via flickr

Halloween comes around once a year, which means you have 364 days to think of a costume more original than slutty-something.  Two girls in an EC elevator: Girl One: What happened to global warming. Seems like Halloween gets colder year after year. Girl Two: That’s true, or maybe our clothing just gets skimpier and skimpier […]

As winter makes an early appearance, unsuspecting Californians are plagued by this foreign phenomenon known as “snow”. Girl wearing a light hoodie and Toms, being carried on piggie back, screams: “Awwww I hate cold, I wanna go home! I want California!”

The new issue of The Blue and White will be out in print on campus very soon. Until that glorious day arrives, tide yourself over with a preview of the juicy gossip that awaits you.  Guy walks into class maybe 5 minutes before it starts. Maybe half the people are there, and it’s over at Barnard, so […]

Searching for a job in this economy can be a pretty bewildering experience, but, in some cases, employment can be just as perplexing. Big, authoritative man in a suit: “…and that’s why you dont have sex with a convict you don’t know!”

Earlier today, a fire alarm shattered the sacred silence of Butler library. As bleary-eyed ref room denizens shuffled out, a fireman’s words reminded us of the harsh reality.  Fireman: (to students leaving the library) “It’s a Saturday! Why are you guys in there on a Saturday?” Burned. Safety via Wikimedia Commons

In fact, our campus can be very confusing—especially when its late Saturday night. Send your overheards to tips@bwog.com. Girl, pointing at Lerner: “That’s the student-ish center thing, whatever.” Curious passerby: ”What are all these red flags for? Is there a massive capture the flag game going on?” Escher via Wikipedia