Barking Up The Wrong Tree
By Suzanne Lehrer | November 3, 2008In all my years of assessing and experiencing gender relations at Dartmouth, I'll admit I've definitely taken a beating or two.
In all my years of assessing and experiencing gender relations at Dartmouth, I'll admit I've definitely taken a beating or two.
I remember reading somewhere, in a tribute to Tim Russert, an account given by Tom Brokaw in which he remembered Russert calling him in the middle of the night and asking incredulously: Do you believe they're paying us for this year? "This year" referring, most likely, to 'the year a lot more people decided caring about the election was the cool thing to do -- and hey, also really good comedy.' If only Russert could have seen what that pre-primaries political excitement has turned into. The stream of jokes that this year's election has generated is unprecedented, though not exactly uncalled for.
When it comes to classroom debauchery, I thought I'd heard it all. There's always the one about the student who did or didn't plagiarize and got Parkhursted, the one about the student who slept with the prof, the student who got arrested for drunkenly participating in a class he wasn't enrolled in with his shirt off, the student who said something memorably and inappropriately crude, or that kid in the back who was so high -- the list goes on.
Ever since its birth in 1776, America has had a tendency to misuse its resources. Our political resources, our constitutional amendments, have been misused so that the "right to bear arms" enables college students to easily obtain guns to shoot one another.
The contrast first became glaringly obvious to me when I was a guest at a friend's family pool party in rural Costa Rica this past winter.
One of the earliest maternal wardrobe memories I have as a child is an old, faded, magenta shirt my mom had that read, "Behind every successful man is an exhausted woman." Outdated, presumptuous and slightly chauvinistic?
The revolution of the older woman has arrived. It seems that finally, in 2007, Hollywood has come to realize that middle-aged women are no longer just your second-grade teacher or the soccer moms on the sidelines or the ladies who play bridge and talk about menopause on Sunday nights.
Consider us the more sophisticated half of the Western hemisphere if you must, but this past Sunday night South America managed to beat us to the punch: the progressive political milestone the majority of the world's countries have yet to reach.
As this year's beloved Homecoming weekend approaches, in sync with perfect fall weather and visibly heightened anticipation, I can't help but feel nostalgic as I remember my own freshman Homecoming weekend, when I was so naive, and so utterly clueless.