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If you've set foot on Columbia's campus (or visited Columbia's blog-o-sphere) in the past couple of weeks, you have undoubtedly heard that Roy Hollander, a b-school alum, is suing the women's studies department for sex discrimination and violating the establishment clause. This alone is la

Fox has more important things to worry about than whether Judith Miller is legit.

The fact that Columbia doesn't let students and faculty have Columbus Day off is ridiculous, and not just because practically every other school and workplace has a holiday today. As some of you may know, Columbia is named after Christopher Columbus. In other words, today is kind of our spec

Being an in-the-know New York City college student has its benefits. One is getting free tickets to movie screenings before the movies are released to the plebeian public; another is getting every reference in New York City based movies. Tonight, I enjoyed both at a free screening of Nick and No

Several years ago, I had to read a short story called "The Lottery." It described an idyllic small town in which the winner of an annual lottery was stoned to death by the entire community. (I don't really remember why; I think it was just for kicks or maybe in hopes of a good harvest.) The image of

While exploring New York City, this Columbia student wandered into a sex shop and began pondering the mysteries of the universe. Can you help answer her lingering questions?

Back-to-school time reminds most people of sweater weather, seeing old friends and making new ones, and the start of classes. In contrast, back-to-school reminds me of the devastating loss of $40,000+ for ever-increasing Columbia tuition and inspires me to be frugal. My quest for inexpensive floor lamps and c

As if agonizing weeks of apartment hunting weren’t torture enough, I spent every second of last week in Residential Advisor training. A typical day started with semi-mandatory breakfast at 8:30 (or sleeping through breakfast and starting sessions at 9 or 9:30) and ended around midnight as I fell asleep over my door

Miss me? The past two weeks have been filled with sheer madness, leading me to neglect Columbia OTR’s fan base. (If I were being honest, I would say Columbia OTR’s fan, but then you would know I am only referring to one person. Fan base makes it sound much larger.)*

So what has been consuming my every wak

I spend weeks looking forward to First Fridays at the Guggenheim. The Guggenheim is my favorite museum, and museum parties are one of my favorite parts of NYC life. [I could go on a sociological tangent about the excitement of reversals – flipping social norms by drinking and partying in a museum – but I’ll spare you.] P