Dear Men of Harvard
By adamg - Fri, 10/26/2007 - 12:15pm.
Just because you're dissatisfied with the Crimson dating scene, that's no reason to head over to Somerville and take out your frustrations on Tufts women.
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Dear Old College Days
I remember the Harvard social scene... Back in my undergraduate days at Tufts, we would occasionally wander over to Cambridge for a party. It always amazed me how cliched every Harvard (and MIT) party was: no music, moderate tippling, and everyone engaged in serious conversation with concerned looks on their faces. You'd think they'd loosen up after we Jumbos started playing beer pong (yes, we brought our own ping pong balls), but instead they shot derisive stares in our direction as though we had just crawled out from under the McGrath Highway.
Dude, where were you
Dude, where were you drinking? The Harvard social scene sucked when I was there, but not for lack of booze. Sadly, no amount of alcohol in the world cures social ineptitude.
That Crimson article really made me nostalgic. Harvard students never change: black & white worldview, no common sense, and 100% certainty that they're absolutely right.
Plenty of Hooch
It wasn't for lack of booze—there was always at least one keg of decent beer—but rather lack of initiative in drinking it.
Playboy?
Didn't Playboy magazine rate MIT one of the top party schools in the mid '80s? I seem to remember some buzz on campus about it ... or at least off campus at the fraternities that went through gallons of booze of a typical weekend.
Maybe the dorms had dork parties, but not the Boston side of the river.
Not so fast
Wait a minute, I went to a Harvard party once and it was awesome. Granted, my friends and I were in high school, but we had a great time.
Hey Baby, I'm From Harrrrrvarrrrd.
Ladies, just ignore the Harvard undergrads. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200 dollars. Go directly to the lonely foreign grad students, especially the scientists. All the brains, half the attitude, and a cute accent, too. Grrrowl!
I'll second the Harvard
I'll second the Harvard Undergrad caveat. However, in re the foreign grad students: well, yes, they're cute and all, but dollars to doughnuts, the person with whom they're all lovey dovey over the phone in their native language isn't necessarily (like they say) their mom.
You're right...
...it's probably YOUR mom!
http://1smootshort.blogspot.com
Comic genius
Ha ha ha! Thanks, Eeka. Great comeback and the best laugh I've had this morning!