Two women in mini-dresses and stilettos engage in a hair-pulling, nail-scratching fight to the death.
At what point will a school’s acceptance rate drop to zero?
So I finally got a Twitter account, but because my Facebook statuses read like neo-Beatnik keyboard ejaculations, I’m too self-conscious to actually tweet, lest potential employers doubt my social...
I don’t understand people who don’t like giving oral sex.
There’s not too terribly much one has to do to become a pop star these days.
I am so sick of the word “hipster.” I’d argue that its current noun/adjective duality (“Look at that hipster!” vs. “That’s so hipster!”) only makes the word more reductive.
I look at myself in the mirror several times every single day, sometimes for embarrassing lengths of time.
I couldn’t care less about the Grammys, which actually surprised me this year by bestowing their “prestigious” Album of the Year distinction on Arcade Fire, a tremendous band represented by Durham...
I’m 21 years old, a senior with nothing to do, so I go to bars.
Rush can be a stressful time. No one wants to end up like that kid who didn’t get a bid to Slytherin and ended up going Ravenclaw, then couldn’t kick his nasty smokeless tobacco-and-black tar...
Cellophane has a black tag around its toe, and it’s not going anywhere. Digital media has exploded into the hands of consumers and pros alike, scratching film’s death sentence into its fragile...
Tonight on the C-1 the kid next to me pulled out a copy of Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss. I have no idea why he not only possessed this book, but happened to be openly reading it on the bus—but...
Things got a little crazy (rowdy? wild? kinky?) at Christmas this year. A little psycho-sexual, you might say.
We at Recess are pretty convinced that our readership spikes drastically come finals week, when students campus-wide desperately search for distractions from studying for their Econ 428—“Investment...
Once upon a time, there was a boy and girl. They both met in Los Angeles, and they fell in love.
No doubt Recess would be remiss if we didn’t eulogize Four Loko, being the paper of record when it comes to candy-colored alcoholic beverages.
Is Boardwalk Empire the new The Wire or The Sopranos?
Eat Pray Love really pisses me off. Like everybody else, I’m just tired of seeing the ads and book covers on the metros in Europe for a film released in August.
When I went to the North Carolina State Fair last week, I had a disturbing experience that haunted me for days. And no, it didn’t involve fried food.