They say everyone is entitled to his fifteen minutes of fame. My mom had her brief moment in the spotlight a couple years back, when the New York Post called her for a comment about a new dorm policy at Columbia, where I was a sophomore at the time.
As far as coed roommates go, that would be insane. If our child chose to do that, we would opt out. But had she known what else Columbia had in store for us, I can guarantee she would have opted out anyway. How I wish you were right. But during my first term at the school, Columbia students found a way to one-up themselves yet again. In October of , a group of my classmates released the first issue of a raunchy new unofficial campus publication, oh so cleverly titled C-Spot.
Like Playboy and similar magazines, the original C-Spot issue did feature a handful of articles, including a historical essay on the origins of the vibrator, and, for the more literary-minded student, a collection of pornographic poetry. But plenty do. And afterwards, sitting next to them in Symbolic Logic is never quite the same.
As I said, Columbia prides itself on being something of a trendsetter in the sexual arena. And there is certainly merit or perhaps, more appropriately, demerit to that claim. But while Columbia has indeed pushed the envelope on these issues of sexual obscenity, it is not the only groundbreaking force in the elite academic world.
But it definitely is not written for those with a weak stomach. A recent graduate and a proud Yale Man himself, Harden writes not to slander the name of his alma mater , but to lovingly reprimand her for failing to live out her noble calling.
