Hey, Greenwich Villagers. No, this isn’t Gossip Girl—Blair Waldorf may have gone to NYU for undergrad, but she wouldn’t be caught dead in the law school after snagging her Mrs. degree.
You may be familiar with my predecessor, Truth Bader Ginsburg. Back when The Commentator was in its prime (as in, still published in print), Truth was NYU Law’s original Dear Abby, a snarky voice of reason in a cacophony of legalese. But, like all good things (The Commentator included), Truth moved on, graduating from NYU Law and taking with her the entertaining gossip and advice this place had come to know and love.
Luckily for you, what’s old is new again. The Commentator has been revived, and there’s a new justice in school. Someone needed to pick up where Truth left off and scandal begins—and I’m happy to oblige.
It’s a new year and a new semester, and with that comes a certain amount of reflection. But, rather than make a New Year’s resolution that I’ll almost certainly break within the next week, I’ve decided that this year, I’m allowing myself to regress.
After all, as law students, we’re constantly pushing ourselves to overachieve academically in preparation for our impending legal careers. We’re treated as wise beyond our years in class; told by professors and law firm partners that we’re the next generation of influential legal minds; assured that, quite soon, we’ll be the ones pulling the societal strings. And yet, at the same time, we live in this bizarre social bubble where school-sponsored binge drinking occurs on the reg; where 30-year-olds can live in dorm rooms without feeling shame; where section-cest happens at alarming (and entertaining) rates. Sure, we graduated from undergrad a few years ago—but that doesn’t mean we have to act like it.
So for now, I’m going to embrace the past until the moment I’m dragged into big law by the weight of my student loans. Retro is in, people. The theme of this year’s Fall Ball? #TBT. The biggest album of the year? Taylor Swift’s 1989. A Friends reunion is happening. Netflix is rebooting Gilmore Girls. I’ll take all that as a sign the universe wants us to make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young (#FreeKe$ha).
And finally, down to business. To set loose the inner gossip in all of us, I need your help, my fellow law students. Have a question about law school hookup etiquette? Overhead something at bar review that made you blush? Send me a question or a tip at firstname.lastname@example.org. No identifying names, please (I’m not a cruel mistress).
Until next time,