Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
Today Bwog ventured into the Butler Cafe and stumbled upon this marvelous muffin. Brown and beautiful, domed and doubtful, it drew us closer. Marked as “bran-tastic” we even felt an urge to try it. But then we saw a Red Bull and drank that instead.
In an effort to be of continual service to the Columbia community—and to avoid our collective mound of work—Bwog brings you a series of narrative reviews for the questionably labeled baked goods available at your favorite only Butler dining option: Butler Cafe. (Daniel’s?) Swirled (Cheesecake?) Brownie None of these 1970s Japanese studies are showing up on […]
A too-little, too-late (too-gross) allusion to shock porn? We would never! And we resent the accusation. No, this is just our new sometimes-weekly feature about two very hungry girls (Diana Clarke and Carly Silver) trying to share big mouthfuls of one snack. Barring more euphemisms, we thought it necessary to introduce this feature in light […]