Crimson staff writer
Eliya O. Smith
On Enduring, and Acting Class
If you act because applause feels good, you won’t be long for this profession, he said. “Because the math doesn’t help you.”
That I Can Tell You in One Word
The play is exactly what its pitch promises. Fiddler Afn Dakh. The Fiddler you know, but — to most who are not obscure intellectuals or devout Orthodox Jews — less intelligible. So why is everyone so obsessed with it?
An Interview With [Redacted] Gate Bearing [Redacted] Final Club Logo
A number of gates on Harvard’s campus that mark the entrance to University-owned space mysteriously bear the insignias of various Harvard final clubs. But since 1984, when nine all-male clubs officially severed ties with the university, all such social organizations have remained formally disaffiliated from the school.
How to Fall in Love with New York City in Four Hours Even if You Hated It the Whole Rest of the Stupid-Long, Stupid-Hot Summer
Small-town girl moves to big city, never looks back. This had always been my plan, and I was doing a practice run over the summer in a cozy sublease in Morningside Heights.
To Bed, to Wed, to Talk to
At many Harvard parties, men own the building, the alcohol, the playlist, the guest list. I think this implies that they own the party. Then I remember the party would not exist without the steady nourishment of the line, of the female bodies standing outside. So who owns this party, really?
Jill Abramson Thinks The Anger of Women Will Save Us
"I wanted the truth. I thought that her story sounded very credible, her vivid description of what happens, how terrified she was… just the level of detail and the fact that she was so reluctant to be identified and come forward."
I Can’t Believe I Genuinely Got Scarlet Fever in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand Eighteen
The only situation in which someone should get scarlet fucking fever is on the Oregon Trail.
The Biggest Hit
Ben M. Abercrombie '21 was ready for a successful career as a Harvard football player—until an entirely legal hit snapped his neck, compressing his spinal cord and essentially detaching his brain from the rest of his body.
Who Is She? An Investigative Report of the Route 1 Bus
My favorite: 'Jeffrey doesn’t do buses alone. He can’t. He won’t. But unfortch Jenna C. (my bus ‘buddy’) was busy and I had to suck it up and ride the steel cage of trash all by my lonesome.'
Maureen Tang acknowledges the intensity of dancing for a stadium with a capacity to seat 20,000, particularly since the event can be televised to “millions” more.