With Valentine’s Day now virtual, more students turned to the online college dating site Datamatch to fill their hearts and DMs.
Tag: Dating
Regularly scheduled programming: How to get back together with your favorite show
What do you do after heartbreak taints your favorite show? TV columnist Claire DuMont SC ’23 reflects on how she got back together with “Brooklyn Nine-Nine.”
Swipe right: Mother knows best
Meghan Condas SC ’22 talks about receiving old-fashioned dating advice from her mother and how her relationship with hookup culture has evolved.
Thirst case scenario: What I learned from going out with 7 guys in 7 days
Cecil the Sagehoe details a saucy week full of dates, hookups, and self-reflection. “My path to self-discovery involved roundabouts, shitty lube and tons of introspection, but I came out with a better understanding of what I want from my interactions with men,” they write.
Swipe right: The challenges of meeting guys at a women’s college
Relationship columnist Meghan Condas SC ’22 reflects on the challenges of developing meaningful relationships with men at a women’s college.
Datamatch: A match made with data could be your match made in heaven
Datamatch has returned to Claremont. From now until 9:01 p.m. on Feb. 13, 5C students can sign up to find their match made in data.
Ye Olde Student Life: From the newspaper to Tinder
In this edition of Ye Olde Student Life, which looks at articles and advertisements from past decades of TSL, we’re talking about the eternal college experience — dating. The Pomona Daily column in February 1941, printed a few weeks after Valentine’s Day, included a “Spice” column with flashy updates of 20
Ask Addison: On long distance relationships, homesickness, and more
Ask Addison is a print column of The Student Life for all of your life conundrums. A note from Addison: I’m Addison but feel free to call me Addy. I’m new to the 5Cs — exact college unbeknownst to you — but definitely not new to this crazy thing we
Dating and Dostoevsky
Last December, while the Skirball Fire tore through the Los Angeles neighborhood nestled next to my own, I was studying abroad 5,000 miles away in Salamanca, Spain. When my sister texted me asking what she should rescue from my room during the evacuation, I didn’t respond with “my cherished childhood








