Surviving Princeton's inverse social ladder
By Angie D
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While I’m a little perturbed at the idea of 4 years having decreased my desirability fourfold, I think I’m beyond allowing others to value my assets. What really bothers me is how much senior women have bought into this idea. So here is my morning-mirror-affirmation for any female who’s ever been told “Wow, your life is consumed with trying to get a job and trying to get laid… And you’re not getting either!” (A special thanks goes out to a close male friend for trying to sum up my life as a quest for those two Holy Grails – cash and ass.)
Deep breath, here goes: While I know that I am as attractive as I was four years ago – probably more so, it is inconsequential, because I will not slide up and down some ladder as I enter college, the job market, the “real world” or any other construct that brackets the ages between which I am acceptably nubile or offensively beyond my expiration date.
Exhale. Doesn’t it feel good to knock down the ladder?
Now maybe if the freshman “boys” tilt their end of it, we can really start a revolution.