As a long-anticipated follow up to my seminal contribution to the Spotify playlist zeitgeist, “angry pop girls (they mad)" I have a assembled a gratuitous group of songs by females who enjoy (and describe) sexual exploits. Ladies and gentleman, I present to you "pleasure pop girls (they want it).” Suggestions welcome!
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"In addition to being a musician, James has other talents. He’s the worst dancer in the history of African Americans, bar none, going back to slavetime and beyond. He should be legally barred from dancing at any party he attends. He dances with one finger in the air like a white guy. He has other skills too. Like when he takes off his hat, fleas fly out. Stuff like that. Little things. Little talents."
Hey Hottie Pants. Now that I got my greeting out of the way, which song will we regret making popular in 20 years but still sing along to like Vanilla Ice's Ice, Ice Baby. Gangham Style or What Does the Fox Say?
The Kerry Washington version of “What Does The Fox Say.”
Lately, I have been having reminiscing like Henry David Thoreau, except my Walden Pond is Washington Square Park. As we come to the end of the academic year, enslaving ourselves in the prison that is Bobst, I have taken the opportunity to remember the moments over my freshman year that have defined to me what NYU is as an experience and as a part of the (arguably) greatest city in the world. By doing so, I have come up with a kind of itinerary or a “How to Live at NYU…for Dummies!” for current and incoming students and felt it was appropriate for my final article of the year at WSN to tell these lessons I’ve learned to the public. Here goes nothing:
1. Asher Roth was right; you can get pizza a dollar a slice at college! The first lesson I learned at school was that St. Marks Place is the closest thing to Sodom and Gomorrah and Mardi Gras in New York City…so take advantage of it ASAP. After a long, eventful night, there is nothing better then Two Bros Pizza, a shady spot that throws cheap pizza faster then an assembly line, and Mahmoun’s Falafel, which is home to the messiest falafel around. Also, walking down St. Mark’s Place past midnight is giving you a one-way ticket to the freak show: if you do not leave the street talking about the crazy shit that just went down, then you must make a u-turn immediately. Embrace the weirdness - it produces the best memories.
2. Explore New York City as much as you possibly can. Living in Weinstein has made me a spoiled brat: I can literally never leave the place if I wanted to, except for classes of course. With two dining halls and Space Market next door (which has every product made after 1492), laziness is an understatement. However, at the end of the day, this laziness leads to a huge amount of regrets. There are way too many hidden European streets in the West Village and cultural ambience glowing in SoHo to explore – don’t commit your leisure time to Facebook and Chic-Fil-A.
3. Brooklyn is really where it’s at. If you can, try to make a trip to the Other Borough at least a monthly event. Williamsburg is experiencing a musical Renaissance and there are a plethora of shows to attend every weekend in surrounding communities. The possibilities are endless: one night, I somehow stumbled upon a quasi-folk stand-up comedy party. Also, don’t forget, the likely chance of being mugged makes the trip that much more adventurous!
4. Fake IDs are not worth your left arm. I cannot count the endless amount of tales I have heard of students who paid hundreds of dollars for a thin piece of plastic that shows that you’re a citizen of Connecticut. If you are willing to spend this amount of cash on a college student’s budget, I cannot advise against that. For the time being, though, I am sure you can find places nearby that don’t card simply from word of mouth or by following the hordes of students leaving your building.
5. You don’t have to listen to indie rock to be cool. It goes without saying that the Hipster Movement is slowly taking over NYU’s student body, but this does not mean you have to listen to Grizzly Bear, the Shins or The xx to fit in. I have met people who listen to Louie Armstrong instead of She & Him; variety is the spice of NYU. Even if these bands are amazing, they should not have to define your personality here.
Unfortunately, I am limited by word count – I could go on for pages about Halal food (“Street meat”), the need for caffeine in any student’s life or the majesty of thrift stores and Insomnia Bakery. I leave these lessons to my fellow peers: you guys can take them in or throw them right back. I hope your year was as introspective as mine, and I look forward to writing for the WSN in the fall.