Facebook Horror Stories
If there’s one thing I’ve learned as an adolescent/person who has attended a lot of Bar Mitzvahs, it’s that no one should ever ask a 13-year-old what they think about anything. When I joined Facebook in the fall of 2008, I was just approaching the zenith of middle school awkwardness. I had a lot of »
Five Days for Two
If you’re reading this, you probably know: WKND is something different. We cuss and joke and make a lot of bad puns. We use the first person. We wear sweatshirts and jeans. We’re part of the YDN, sure, but we’re up in the attic of 202 York.
Future Sex + Love Sounds
Love. Sex. Hookups. Makeouts. Relationships. Emotions. Do we have your attention yet? Our campus, it seems, is constantly under the microscope for that vague thing we call “hookup culture.” We’re scrutinized by media outlets across the nation for rampant sex, shifty (maybe nonexistent?) morals and little to no experience with matters of the heart. But »
WEEKEND’s Guide to Social Media
Do you remember the glory days, back in middle school, when your AIM away message was your entire social media presence?
“How was Your Summer?”
There are many things for which we must brace ourselves when returning to Yale in the fall. There’s the anxiety that comes with seeingliterallyeveryoneyouknow at once in your first trek across Old Campus. There’s the horrifying realization that eating salt-and-vinegar chips while crashing the Netflix server is no longer socially acceptable. And of course, the mythic, the immortal, the perennial question: “How was your summer?”
In the Margins
This past year we’ve counted words and column inches, set deadlines and called the Yale minibus at 4 a.m.
WEEKEND does Bulldog Days
Yes, we know that bulldog days are over. The pizza has all been and the prefrosh have already made they way out of our maze of gothic architecture and back home. While they'll spend their next few days unsticking those little paper ads for obscure clubs and performances from the crannies of their brand new Yale sweatshirts (and recovering from spa water hangovers), WEEKEND decided to take a trip down memory lane of our own. And so, we dredged up some of our favorite, least favorite and possibly invented, memories of our own visiting weekend (no caps, sad, I know), and our other visits to Yale.