On Public Bathrooms
By Melanie Pineda, Deputy Opinion Editor
Now hear me out. I know that public bathrooms aren’t meant to be considered the cleanest and reliable of places. But you would think that the grown ass students of NYU would know a thing or two about hygiene and how to clean after themselves. I honestly have lost count of the times I’ve tripped over wet toilet paper and um, other sanitary products in Bobst bathrooms. Is this how your mother raised you? Because if so, we need to have a serious talk about how she failed you.
On Revolving Doors
By Janice Lee, Opinion Editor
There are too many revolving doors at NYU for people not to know how to use them. Please tell me why there are people who push it in the opposite direction and why there seems to be a large subset of people who don’t understand that they need to exert effort and actually push the door for it to move. But then there are also those people who walk in and are way too eager. They push too hard, disrespecting what the proper velocity of the door should be and get the door caught on your foot. Don’t you realize that no one gets anywhere faster when that happens? Also, why did a random girl once walk into the same compartment as me? Please just pay attention and be mindful — then we can all avoid complaining about revolving doors.
On the Coming of Autumn
By Alejandro Villa-Vasquez, Deputy Managing Editor
Autumn means pulling out those nicer pieces that we keep hidden in our closets and under our beds to put together some fits as fresh as the weather. For many, tight denim is a staple in their fall wardrobes, and with good reason. Nothing puts together a vintage blouse and ’50s-esque cordovan shoes like a clean, medium-wash pair of jeans. There’s just one thing about jeans that makes me hesitate before reaching for them: they hug your figure a little too snugly. They lock onto your crotch and suffocate whatever semblance of a butt you used to have. I look flat and bunched up when all I wanted to do was emulate Buffy Summers circa 1999. But loose denim isn’t the most flattering cut either. I can’t win.
On Why La Colombe Is the ONLY Place to Get Coffee
By Amanda Burkett, Beauty & Style Editor
First, beautiful and EFFICIENT atmosphere. Instead of crowding a small platform waiting for your name to be called (or sometimes not?), accidentally drinking someone else’s drink, or watching someone cough on yours — you have an effortless experience at La Colombe. The baristas and cashiers work behind a glorious marble island, and they take your order while you’re in line and it is ALWAYS ready as soon as you pay. For an oat milk latte, they charge $5.50. This may sound like a lot, but it is less expensive and larger than every other coffee place I’ve tried (Joe Coffee, Think Coffee, City of Saints, Irving Farm Coffee Roasters and Third Rail Coffee). An oat milk latte at La Colombe is bigger, better looking and of better quality than all competitors.
On the AC in 25 W. 4th St.
By Sakshi Venkatraman, Deputy Managing Editor
Can NYU please calm down with the AC in 25 W. 4th St.? It’s like the Arctic Tundra in there. When I get dressed in the morning, I dress for the weather. So when I enter a building, I expect to be at a comfortable temperature in whatever clothes I chose — not too cold, not too hot. But it seems that, recently, 25 W. 4th St. has erred on the extreme. When I enter a classroom in that building, I am immediately chilled to my bone, no matter how many layers I am wearing. Today, it was 50 degrees outside in the morning but somehow even colder in my classroom. I don’t ask much of NYU, just relative comfort and an education. But I’m pretty sure I’m coming down with a sore throat in part due to being in that building three days a week. I beg that someone make 25 W. 4th St. warmer. I simply can’t take it anymore.
On Assigned Seats in Movie Theaters
By Hanna Khosravi, Opinion Editor
Ok, unpopular opinion, I know. And sure, maybe there is some ease of mind in choosing your seat at the theater in advance and ensuring that you’ll sit with all of your pals and comfortably nosh on shared popcorn and whisper throughout the trailers together. But are there any takers out there for the value of spontaneity? What happened to the relaxed suggestion of “let’s go see this movie!” and the ability to walk in and take a seat without it being completely sold out 20 minutes in advance — all because of assigned seats? This manifests in an aspect of totally unnecessary pre-showtime stress, associated with groups trying to buy tickets next to one another, and coordinating who sits where and in what aisle. Over the summer, my mom and I strolled by a theater on a Wednesday afternoon, saw that we had 30 minutes until showtime for a movie we had expressed some vague, prior interest in seeing, and embraced some impromptu, free-wheeling behavior by deciding to buy a couple tickets. Except that there were no seats left together because everyone had purchased tickets from home. What happened to movies being a casual, unplanned affair? Try suggesting a last-minute movie on a Friday night in New York City — and better luck next time.
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