By Olga Ivleva
Whether in the basement of Sig Ep or at Mel’s and afterwards 1020, many students at Columbia only have one big thing on the agenda for a weekend night: find a hookup. We go to the party, we drink and we dance, and we go to 1020 and sit on the side of the pool table until a hot guy comes around and sits down next to us. The second he does, our friends start texting us vigorously from across the room: “Ohmigosh! Go you! Get itttt!”...