Sunday, April 09, 2006

overheard

I was working on a paper in a coffeeshop near Harvard Square earlier this evening. Three undergraduate women were sitting next to me. Much of their discussion was about body image and weight, as well as an interesting digression into what they would do if they suddenly woke up one morning and were men (here their fascination seemed centered primarily on being able to urinate while standing up). Later their discussion turned to their being at Harvard and the admissions process. "I feel like they must have looked at my application right after lunch," one of them said, "And at that lunch they must have had, like, cheesecake."

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Imposter syndrome. Affects 80% of academics.

Anonymous said...

We know JF thinks about weight, too -- and understandably, considering his postings prior to his coming to Harvard. So the eavesdropped snippets must have fallen on empathetic ears.

Brady said...

So if cheesecake can make death back off, can creme brulee raise the dead? Cause then I'm, like, Lazarus or something.

jeremy said...

If I were Death, I could certainly be bribed to dally in my visiting by cheesecake, and probably to forgo a stop entirely by a chocolate malt with extra malt.

Anonymous said...

Well guys, I'm just back from a great day of sun and walks by the North Shore sea, lots of nice eating and then some boozing at The Landing.
I'll skip the scales this week.

dorotha said...

cheesecake makes me gag. if i were death, you would all be goners. of course, if i were death the world population would probably be a lot smaller cheesecake or not.