With the end of, hopefully, our last online semester comes another edition of Bwog Staff’s favorite running series. Read up on the music that defined our semester while getting vaccinated and practicing social distancing!
This past year has been nothing short of a disaster for many people, but working, learning, and socializing through our computer screens has produced a few silver linings that we’d want to stick around.
A noose was found at the Union Theological Seminary on Wednesday afternoon in an incident currently being investigated by the NYPD as a hate crime.
Bwog can somehow explain the past 22 days of housing, but the mystery behind the resurrecting 6-person Plimpton suite will remain unsolved.
We’ve heard through the grapevine (ahem…firstname.lastname@example.org) that shit is getting (and we quote) “messy” in the Class of 2020 Facebook group now that housing assignments have been released. Hopefully this piece will soothe your worries a little bit, first-years, or at least make you realize that who your freshman year roommate is won’t really matter in […]
Lila Trekitov, the executive director of the Wikimedia Foundation, was interviewed for Time on the future of Wikipedia. Yikes!!! It seems more and more people want marijuana to be legalized. Sorry, Dad. (Huffington Post) A link your mom or basic roommate who has a soft spot for old men probably shared on Facebook: This girl […]
So you’re living with a stranger now. Maybe it’s the first time you’ve shared a room or maybe you’ve been bunking with you sister since birth, but this whole “college” thing is still a new experience. To that end, Bwog’s editor and her roommate of going-on four years, who were randomly paired in Carman back […]
The roommate relationship is a complex, multifaceted phenomenon. You love or hate each other (or both in the same week), listen to each other’s drunken snoring, see each other on your worst hair days, and awkwardly meet each other’s parents— this may be the most important connection of your undergraduate career. Despite the great depth and significance […]
Sometimes Bwog hops lectures. Sometimes we hop rooms. This is an example of the latter, courtesy of Ariel Levin. If you think your swanky pad is worthy, email us at email@example.com. There are three kinds of posters that attack your eyes and validate every cliché about college males as you enter their dorm rooms. They […]
Bwog doesn’t have the cash to “pimp your room,” and we certainly don’t want to raid it and then date you. So we bring you our semi-weekly feature, the “Cribs-esque” Room Hopping, continuing with… For Priya (left) and Maddie (right) both C’09, walking past the trash bags collected from many meals at Hewitt, on the […]
Bwog doesn’t have the cash to “pimp your room,” and we certainly don’t want to raid it and then date you. So we bring you the semi-weekly feature, the “Cribs-esque” Room Hopping, continuing with… It may be a brownstone on 114th street, but don’t walk into the sorority EAT (Sigma Delta Tau) expecting Animal-House-caliber mayhem. […]
Bwog doesn’t have the cash to “pimp your room,” and we certainly don’t want to raid it and then date you. So we bring you the semi-weekly Thursday feature, the “Cribs-esque” Room Hopping, continuing with… Kyle (right) and Jesse C’09 say they are glad to be out of the “beehive” that was John Jay. “My […]
Bwog doesn’t have the cash to “pimp your room,” and we certainly don’t want to raid it and then date you. So we bring you the semi-weekly Thursday feature, the “Cribs-esque” Room Hopping, continuing with… Ellen and Ashley C ’09 admit their newly painted jungle green Ruggles double has brought them closer together in a […]
No matter if your quarters are nestled deep within the shaft of McBain, or if your pad flies high in the penthouses of EC or Sulz, your bedroom and its contents are sacred. Every technological gizmo, throw pillow, and Scarface poster has been plugged in, consciously tossed, or hung meticulously, with merciless self-disclosure and the […]
When one sits in John Jay Lounge for any significant length of time during housing season–and there is nothing else that Bwog would rather do–it becomes evident just how big a calculated mindfuck the entire thing actually is. Tensions run high, futures are decided, relationships forged and broken–all to the soothing strains of Josh Groban […]
2:50 p.m. Girl to her female friend in line: “I’m actually glad we’re not in Hogan, I wasn’t really into the idea. My ex-boyfriend lived in Hogan.” Friend: “Wait, didn’t he graduate like two years ago?” Girl: “Yeah, he did, but there’s still, like, sex in the walls.” 3:12 p.m. Four guys in a huddle, […]
The Josh Groban CD is still playing. The Bwog had a huge 12th grade crush on him. So lame. Reasons to come by John Jay Lounge even though you’re not in group selection: 1) You have a whiteboard fetish. 2) You have a light blue table skirt fetish. 3) Famous Amos cookies have been for […]
Bwog correspondent Yelena Shuster reports from the group selection frontlines in John Jay Lounge. Josh Groban’s Closer CD sets the tone for today’s first housing selection. The operatic singing seems somewhat appropriate. “I’m surprised Columbia’s giving away free stuff,” muttered a frustrated member of a four-person group, in reference to the bowls of Famous Amos […]
Dear Bwog, A wise man once said, “You’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore.” Even the fact that I’m quoting Tenacious D should give it away – I’m the least hardcore person to ever exist, ever. I’m politically lukewarm; I like whatever music my roommate likes; I can barely put pepper on my food, let […]