What Is “Friendsy” And Why Is It Here?: An Investigation



Imagine the scene, if you will — it was a dark and stormy Monday night, during the halfway-point break of my seminar. I trotted out to Lentz House’s lounge to send a few emails — and there, waiting patiently in my inbox, was salvation. Social salvation, that is, as I’d just been “tapped” to join the new Kenyon branch of “Friendsy.”

What’s Friendsy, you ask? Well, that was my question, too: I assumed it was some friendship-oriented offshoot of Etsy. Luckily, I happened to be surrounded by a ready-made focus group comprised of the other students in my seminar (WHAT UP, Politics Of Transitional Justice 491.01).

“I think it’s supposed to be like ‘frenzy.’ You know, like a frenzy of friend-making,” offered Colin Finnegan ’15.

“I thought it was like a onesie. Like a friendship onesie,” opined Molly Halberstadt ’15.

Intrigued, I clicked onward, only to discover that Friendsy is basically a OkCupid/Tinder hybrid — but for college-specific friendship. Sort of like Facebook, but with a strong “this is not-so-secretly a hookup app” vibe. Continue reading

10 o’clock list: 5 Best Kenyon-Relevant Pusheens

1. Pizza Pusheen.


This Pusheen so perfectly captures that frenetic Friday-night state of being where you’re not just eating Papa John’s — you are Papa John’s. That iconic green box stamped with the beaming visage of Papa himself is your true  home — but it’s so much more than that. It’s your cradle and your grave, the sweet, shallow, greasy spot from which you leapt fully formed like Athena springing from the forehead of Zeus, and unto which you will return once you finally bid adieu to this mortal coil.

Oh. Just me? Cool. Look at his lil’ whiskers, though! Look how he fits into the box! Whatcha doin’ in there, guy?

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You Will…Well, Maybe

So this came out today, after a teaser in December. Good to see so many International Studies Majors represented — after all, it is our largest major. Also I was a huge fan of the artsy, and frankly very classy black and white free-form jazz sequence. It really captures the essence of Kenyon College, where bikes grow on walls and people do interpretive dance on the steps of Rosse Hall.