Sunday, April 09, 2006
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."