The Star-Ledger reports: “Despite the outbreak of an unusual strain of meningitis on campus, Princeton University students returning home for the holidays don’t pose a risk to the community, according to a CDC official.”
Millennials, you are killing me.
I know, I know; we celebrate you on the December cover of the magazine. We get to read inside about how you’re remaking the city on your way to taking over the world. But can we stop for a minute and talk about this past weekend at Princeton, please?
There was a bonfire at Princeton last night — the time-honored ritual bonfire celebrating the victories of the football team over archrivals Harvard and Yale. (Sorry, Penn.) How time-honored? Real time-honored. Way back in 1893, the New York Times reported that “the whole college turned out en masse” to construct this bonfire in “the grandest celebration Princeton has ever seen.” But the oh-so-traditional bonfire did not, this year, include the customary ignition of an effigy of John Harvard (though students found smaller ways to include him in the blaze). Why no Harvard effigy? Because, student government social chair Carla Javier told the Daily Princetonian last week, the effigy “represents a human,” and, as the paper went on to note, “various students expressed their distaste for the burning of a human-like figure.”
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They’ve tried vaccines. They’ve tried an ad campaign. They’ve even tried special and utterly useless red solo cups. But after an eighth case of meningitis broke out on campus last week, Princeton might just go full Matthew McConaughey in the Dallas Buyers Club and import a drug that isn’t currently approved in the States.
Six Princeton students suffering from meningitis have recovered while a seventh student is being treated for infection from a meningoccal bacteria, which causes meningitis.
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Mistral in Princeton lands reviews in the New York Times and the Philadelphia Inquirer this week. Scott Anderson and business partner, Stephen Distler who also on Elements in Princeton, opened the BYOB in May with Ben Nerenhausen as the chef de cuisine. Both the Times’ Fran Schumer and the Inquirer’s Craig LaBan gave the Mistral a “very good” rating. Both highlighted the octopus and scallops. LaBan definitely had problems with service (they lost his reservation on one occasion) or he might have even rated it higher.
Small Plates, and a Taste of Many Cultures [New York Times]
Mistral helps put Princeton in culinary Ivy League [Philadelphia Inquirer]
Mistral [Philadelphia Magazine]
Solo cups: not just an emblem of everything that’s wrong with 21st century collegiate life. Also: a leading cause of meningitis, apparently. As we’ve noted before, Princeton has a bizarre meningitis problem. And Princeton thinks it has to do with sharing drinks. So the school has devised a solution in which it’ll make available 5,000 red Solo-looking cups that all say: “MINE. NOT YOURS.” (Photo here.) Hate to break it to you, O Tiger Faithful, but if every single one of those cups says exactly the same thing, that’s about as useful as having students all drink from identical red cups. Which they’re doing in the first place. What you need is to dip into the old war chest and print out 5,000 individually labeled cups. You know, collective action to further the cause of freedom and safety in the world. Something to make Woodrow Wilson proud. [Times of Trenton]
Lean In, meet SMARTEN UP! Princeton alum Susan Patton (’77) has been offered a book deal by Simon & Shuster imprint Gallery Books to expound on the “wisdom” of the letter to the editor she sent the Daily Princetonian in March. You’ll recall the immortal line: “Find a husband on campus before you graduate.” And later, her deep regret at marrying a man who attended a lesser institution: “Yes, I wish I married someone who went to Princeton.” Now, she’s turned a hastily-written word-belch into a potential foil for Sheryl Sandberg’s airport bookshelf blockbuster.
In SMARTEN UP!, Patton will delve into how marriage and motherhood have become thought of as the antithesis of modern womanhood, the heartbreak women may face if they delay marriage and motherhood, and the necessity for young women to plan for their personal happiness as carefully as they plan for their professional success. She will confront realities including the limited number of years women can bear children and how the current hook-up culture diminishes women’s self-esteem.
Got that, ladies? Get into Princeton, don’t whore yourselves out to Princeton men but also make yourselves as attractive as possible to Princeton men so that they marry you immediately following graduation. Reproduce. Send children to Princeton. Repeat process. [NY Mag]
A bomb threat has been made to several buildings on Princeton’s campus. Here’s the notice, which was posted on Princeton’s website at 10:26 a.m.:
There has been a bomb threat to multiple unspecified campus buildings. Please evacuate the campus and all University offices immediately and go home unless otherwise directed by your supervisor. Public Safety officers and Princeton Police will direct drivers leaving the campus and those without cars will be directed to evacuation sites. You will receive an update later today. Do not return to campus for any reason until advised otherwise.
Updated [4:41 p.m.] Still no bomb, thankfully. From Princeton:
In the aftermath of a bomb threat, searches of the Princeton University campus are continuing and significant progress has been made this afternoon. The searches are expected to continue for a few hours more, and University officials hope to reopen campus this evening. However, no decision to reopen will be made until the searches are completed.
As of 3:30 p.m., no explosives had been found. Bomb-sniffing dogs brought in from law enforcement agencies were on campus, and University officials were doing other searches. The bomb threat at the University was one of a number of similar threats around the United States today.
Campus-wide TigerTransit has been suspended at least until tomorrow morning. Undergraduate students are, of course, on summer break.