Heading Off to 'Good Old Princeton'
“Well, Dad, I’m off to good old Princeton, the college of our dreams”
“Yes, son, won’t be long and you’ll be Vice-President of my corporate team”
"So, son, are you taking any business courses this semester?”
“Well, Dad, I thought I’d give that Princeton tiger a test or --
you know, get my required courses out of the way first”
“I see, my son, I see. So what’ll it be: English, Physics, trigonometry?”
“Well, Dad, actually it’s everyone’s favorite class on campus”
“In what discipline, son? In what field?”
“Well, Dad, it’s in anthropology”
“Anthropology? Why, that’s for stoned-out freaks who hang around the Plaza”
“Well, Dad, not really. Um, er... It's #1 in popularity.
-- It’s a course on the intersection of gender studies
~ and the genocide in Gaza”
(Gulping): “Son, can you describe the contents of this ‘campus favorite’ to me?”
“Well, Dad: ‘Drawing on decolonial, indigenous and feminist thought, we examine
how genocidal projects target reproductive life, sexual and familial structures, and
community survival.”**
“Gadzooks! Guess you won’t be needing my old beaver coat at Princeton. Heh-heh… Now tell
me, son: How is this intersectional genocide course gonna pay for the mortgage and groceries
at all?”
“Well, Dad ~ Isn’t that YOUR JOB, old buddy, old pal?”
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** Taken verbatim from an article on Princeton by Peter D'Abrosca of Fox News, today's date.
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