If you act because applause feels good, you won’t be long for this profession, he said. “Because the math doesn’t help you.”
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?
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.
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?
"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."
The only situation in which someone should get scarlet fucking fever is on the Oregon Trail.
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.
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.
Academia’s #MeToo movement doesn’t entirely look like Hollywood’s—at least, not yet.
A self-described natural storyteller, most of Azor’s humor is derived from her own experiences, “but I’m also a black woman, so a lot of that experience is inherently political.”
O, Middlesex County Sheriff. You know not what you do.
Once, I assume, we did not say; we asked. “Trick or treat,” after all, is a question. We, the variously-costumed youths of America, asked the lording homeowners whether they would like to punish or reward. Stick or carrot. “Trick or treat?” An up-talk, a genuine query.
Hasty Pudding Donates to Anti-Sex Trafficking Nonprofit Following Criticism of Epstein Donations
To Harvard’s Chinese Students
Asking Philosopher T. M. Scanlon ‘What We Owe to Each Other’
Seniors Create Club to Combat 'Underrepresentation' of Women in Harvard Athletics
What the Hell Happened: CupcakKe Delivers an Emotional Goodbye as She Announces Her Retirement