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 […]