As I recall, N., who was smart and conversational and attractive, came home feeling horrible about herself, because she didn't have as much money as others there, or she wasn't this, or she wasn't that. The poor woman was in such despair.It's worth reading just for that incredibly, unintentionally infelicitous use of "poor," but you really have to read it all.
-Ron Dreher, the Cap'n in my crunchy con-
The Crunchster recalls that his Yalie friend, N., "painted a portrait of a society so status-obsessed that almost nobody dated." (Yeah, they were all too busy fucking.) These poor students were "afraid to take a chance on dating, for fear they'd choose the wrong person." Ah. There's the rub. The Crunch sees college as the moment for pair bonding; dating is the find-a-hubby/find-a-wife game. That's not to say that Yale isn't status-obsessed. Of course it is! This is America, you dweeb. Rather, it's to say that while elite undergraduate programs are surely full of plenty of yutes wishin' and hopin' for true love, they're hardly a hotbed of matrimonialism. The kids have more important things to worry about. Grades. Grad schools. Internships. Finding blow for weekend parties. The good stuff.
I once did a Yalie. At least, he said he was a Yalie. He studied art or biology or math or something. I'm pretty sure he had a name, but one can never assume. Ron Dreher may think he's discovered evidence of "Yale's dysfunction," but I can assure him that that evening Yale was functioning just fine.