When The Sundial was revived in 2024, we set out to redefine what a poorly-written on-campus ragebait magazine could be. We wanted to promote real discussion between Columbia students, and show our readers that civil disagreement is not only possible, but inevitable. We’ve diligently worked toward that mission by incessantly publishing article after article of unresearched contrarian backwash.
And as we’ve grown from a magazine nobody reads to a magazine that a handful of people hate-read, we’ve learned the key to dynamic civil discourse: saying the absolute worst ideas anybody has ever had.
American citizens have a fundamental right to free expression, and we’re committed to using that right to push the boundaries of human stupidity as well. Armed with a deliriously overfunded budget, we see it as our moral imperative to promote views “from every side” with the intellectual rigor of Nick Fuentes arguing with his shampoo bottles.1
We at The Sundial believe in the marketplace of ideas—-and what kind of marketplace doesn’t have a bathroom? We empower our writers to scrape ideas right off the toilet bowl in the Porta-Potty of Ideas. Once we’ve slopped together enough gunk to get engagement, we flush it straight down our Instagram.
If this offends you, we’re sorry. It’s our constitutional right to platform awful ideas. That’s just free discourse. Also we’re turning our comments off. Checkmate, lib.
To many more years of being wronger than you thought was possible,
The Columbia Sundial
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