Let's Spend a Few Minutes Discussing College..

I guess the latest propaganda magazine that my Alma Mater publishes has been making the rounds. Normally, it takes an extra day or so to make it to the West Coast, so my sweet copy has not arrived.

In the back of these publications, the school issues little blurbs about some alumni and gives the latest tally in the race to marry, give birth and die. Some of the ladies don't do things in that specific order, but we love them anyway. Basically, the whole thing is just fodder for my little sewing circle of friends to pick up the phone or drop an email to gossip. Especially when an ex-girlfriend is involved.. But anywho..

The point I was going to attempt to arrive at was - I am so glad I went to college when I did, 1991-1995. (Yeah, I'm frigging ancient) Even though the Internet would have made schoolwork much easier and the cell phone would have facilitated many a drunken hookup, I am utterly jubilant that I am not in college right now.

Why is that? Well, I'm glad you asked.

I've been checking out collegehumor.com a lot recently. Basically, it's free, it's funny and it has pictures of drunk & naked girls. All three are causes I can vehemently support. Essentially, collegehumor.com is going to prevent an entire generation from seeking public office as every evidential image of drunkenness, stupidity and debauchery that occurs on college campuses makes its way to the internet. With the proliferation of digital cameras & camera-phones, more and more of these pictures and sites will be on the Internet.

Now if this practice was around when I was in college, well, I wouldn't be on the Internet right now. I wouldn't even be in America. I would be in Uganda, atoning for my sins as a missionary of some sort. AND I WOULD NOT BE ALONE.

Therefore, it is a good thing that I went to school when I did. Not only do all my college friends get my obscure 80s references, but they keep the evidence of our youthful transgression hidden from the eyes of the public. Plus, I don't think my white ass would thrive in Uganda.

Plus, as friends and ex-girlfriends start to have children, I am also comforted to know that the evidence of their children's drunken exploits will be showing up on the Internet in less than twenty years.

Now, I'm off the scan some pictures. I think I have one of Dan is his blue panties.

wojr

Labels: Advice, College, Nostalgia, Villanova

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