Columns, dachshunds, and class: Random musings of yet another Ashkenazi genius-blogger

My last Maroon column is online.

Dachshundwatch continues; this time the dachshund was spotted on Gawker.

I was going to do a whole takedown of the NYT "class" extravaganza, but things like going to the zoo, drinking iced coffee in the land of the Lincoln Park Trixies (otherwise known as "Lincoln Park"), and pondering life after graduation have gotten in the way. The zoo was a bit sad, since one of the monkeys had had its arm amputated and the polar bears were away for the day due either to their pool being cleaned or the 100-degree temperatures or both, but so it goes. But...as for the takedown of the class series, my main complaint about it was that rather than raising awareness of inequalities (or, alternately, celebrating inequalities, or just painting a neutral picture of them) the series made everyone who's not doing the highest-level intellectual activity and living the fantasy Upper East/West Side life out to be miserable. Because how could someone possibly be happy without a college diploma, or moving from town to town as the wife of a businessman? The tragedy of capitalism is that some people struggle and get nowhere, not that some people lack tenured professorships at Harvard or op-ed columns in the Times. It's as if anything short of being Susan Sontag in Sevens is a wasted life. Very much eh.