Oh, 34th Street shoutouts. How you show the maturity, sophistication, and integrity that got all of us into this school.
Well, okay, at least we’re witty.
The thing that struck me about the shoutouts this week was the commentary on Penn girls. Granted, few shoutouts are written to make people feel warm and fuzzy inside, but the 27-line attack on our physical appearance, when coupled with our apparent “pathological materialism and runner-up trophy wife aesthetics,” felt a bit over the top. Even if it was pretty nonsensical, some part of me (my primordial forehead? my turkey tits? what do these things MEAN?) felt like I should be offended.
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