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A deadly academic machine

Attending graduate school represents one of the most significant (and often scariest) leaps in one’s professional career. It’s an opportunity to move to a new place and learn from the brightest minds in our fields, to satisfy a thirst for knowledge and push ourselves to our academic limits. For many students, Stanford is the epitome…

If you don’t like SCR, come see Andrew Klavan

Many have criticized the Stanford College Republicans in recent years for being provocative at the expense of offering substance. Much of that criticism has taken place within the pages of this very newspaper. In anticipation of the Dinesh D’Souza event in February, Cole Griffiths wrote, “[D’Souza’s] invitation by the SCR is in bad faith, an…

Editorial Board: Make Stanford (tastefully) Lit Again

This week, The Daily’s Editorial Board congregated under the bright red umbrellas that appeared outside of Treehouse by the grace of The Social Project. The new lights, fun colored chairs, the beer on tap, and spiked kombucha are all part of Stanford’s new outdoor bar. You didn’t read that wrong. The school that’s desperately trying to curb drinking has just opened its first outdoor venue where students can drink! Let us just say — the Editorial Board is unanimous in that this decision is brilliant.

Is modern romance dead or are my Tinder pictures just poorly angled?

Let’s say I am laying in my bed in unlaundered sweatpants as I watch “Titanic,” or “To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before,” an updated version of the forbidden love story archetype. As I inattentively watch these idealized romances play out on my laptop, I rapidly drag my finger right on my phone screen, affirming my attraction to a promising mirror selfie of a decent-looking Stanford student without a creepy or arrogant bio. In this *hypothetical* scene, something feels a bit wrong about my desire for instant gratification and my yearning for a scenario similar to that of the people slowly falling in love on the dusty laptop screen in front of me.

Give frosh more all-campus options

On weekends here on East Campus, you will see a horde of frosh leave their dorms and begin the cold, hard journey to whatever fraternity is hosting an all-campus. I am often among them, wearing far too little in terms of clothing, muttering to myself, “It’s cold out, but I’m still dressing like a thotty ’cause a hoe never gets cold,” à la Cardi B.