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We'd Tap That

Yesterday was senior society tap night at Yale. Hundreds of students wandered and stumbled around campus half drunk, feeling as if they were on top of the world. Hundreds of others didn’t give a shit. And hundreds of others who weren’t tapped tried not to care but still cared. A lot.

My Yale Anti-Bucket List

I’m about to begin my last month of college. It’s terrifying, exciting and mostly insomnia-inducing.

A Desire to Be Heard

If you ever want your mind bent, try going through your Facebook history. If you don’t have a Facebook account, good job on getting into heaven.

Strawberry ice cream, and why it’s the worst

It is a truth universally acknowledged that everyone hates strawberry ice cream. “Foucault once said ‘Strawberry ice cream is the worst,’” Grace Phillips ’15 said.

Death in the Age of Facebook

Olivia and I hadn’t been particularly close and hadn’t felt any obligation to keep in touch after camp ended. But, when I came across her profile, the words “Remembering Olivia” occupied the space where just her name should have been, and I had the chilling feeling of encountering a ghost.

A Genealogy of Solitude

I am going to begin by saying something in poor taste. But I am holding out my hand to you as I say it, and I hope you will trust me.

Sexual Healing

College is widely understood to broaden one’s sexual horizons.

Pop Art

I once tried to buy an original Roy Lichtenstein at a garage sale. I was nine years old and when I asked the owner “if the piece was authentic,” he laughed for a moment before becoming deathly serious and telling me that, yes, indeed it was.

The Corpse of Fine

There is a type of Buddhist meditation that requires monks to find a corpse and meditate over its decay.

The Road to Heaven is a Two-Way Street

When I met Katie, I’d already had plenty of practice giving my friends the benefit of the doubt. Whether that meant believing something about the past, the way I did with Julia, or hoping for a glamorous future, as with Katie, I trusted in possibilities for them that I would have liked for myself.

Why Asian Americans Need to Watch “Fresh Off The Boat”

For a long time, I have passively accepted the fact that I would have to prove to others that I was more than my media representation, but with “Fresh Off The Boat” I may not longer have to. Next time, when my non-Asian friends ask what it’s like to be me, I just might tell them to watch the show instead.