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            Web Exclusives: Tooke's Take 
              a PAW web exclusive column by Wes Tooke '98 (email: cwtooke@princeton.edu) 
             
            October 23, 2002:  
               
              
             Five 
              More Thoughts 
             By Wes Tooke 98 
              Our columnist tries the shotgun approach 
              to writing The Internet has shrunk my attention span so severely 
              that I am no longer capable of producing a complete column (regular 
              readers might wonder why this qualifies as news). You may therefore 
              either treat the following entries as five mini columns or... oooh, 
              baseball scores on ESPN. Sweet. 
              1) It was nice to see another Ivy League school 
              be embarrassed in the news this fall. During the Fordham-Columbia 
              football game, the Columbia band made a reference to "Fordham 
              tuition going down like an altar boy," and the local press 
              acted as if they had burned the pope in effigy. For me, this story 
              had two terrifying elements that went well beyond a bad joke. First, 
              some people actually decided that a Fordham-Columbia football game 
              would be an enjoyable way to spend a beautiful Saturday afternoon 
              in the early fall. Second, apparently some spectators actually stuck 
              around and listened to the band rather than retreating to a bathroom 
              stall and drinking enough hard alcohol to forget that they had just 
              witnessed two quarters of baby blue football. Sometimes I really 
              wonder about the survival of the species. 
              The real highpoint of this story came a few days 
              later when Father O'Hare of Fordham decided to speak to the New 
              York Times about the incident. "It's typical of Ivy Leaguers 
              to make fun of a Catholic school's strait-laced reputation," 
              he said. "They're very self-important little creatures." 
              Given that the man managed to define both himself and the Ivy League 
              in a mere 19 words, perhaps he should be awarded the Pulitzer Prize. 
              2) I have no interest in getting anywhere near 
              the 12-round Cornel West vs. Lawrence Summers brawl, but I have 
              wondered if someone who holds the title Professor of Religion shouldn't 
              occasionally consider taking the high road. And doesn't the President 
              of Harvard have something better to do than pick fights with one 
              of his highest profile departments? As a voyeur, of course, I'm 
              just glad that the parties have been able to introduce anti-Semitism 
              into a mixture that already included racism and elitism. As any 
              publicist can tell you, the more isms the better. Nice work. 
              3) If you claim to love excellent writing, if 
              you dream of being a professional writer, if you have ever enjoyed 
              the pure joy of savoring an honest book, then I would like to know 
              why you haven't bought 10 copies of John McPhee's "The Founding 
              Fish." I don't care if you wouldn't know a shad from a moose; 
              I don't care if just the word "fishing" makes you yawn. 
              Ten copies. One for you, one for your father, one to give to your 
              daughter on her 12th birthday, three for your illiterate college 
              roommates, two for a local elementary school, one to send to the 
              national magazine of your choice with a note (why can't you people 
              write like this?) and one to save for your dotage. Otherwise  
              and I hate to be the one who has to tell you this  you are 
              a literary fraud. 
              4) I still occasionally partake in the guilty 
              pleasure of browsing the Tigernet e-mail forums, and over the last 
              few days I've witnessed the glory that is a Princeton flame war. 
              You get all the typical manifestations of pent-up rage you'd find 
              in an average flame war, all the ridiculously overblown rhetoric 
              of a sad person taking out his or her aggressions via the drive-by 
              shooting of a stranger, yet you also get a healthy serving of the 
              unique brand of huffy arrogance and condescension that made this 
              college great. Isn't part of the reason you go to a place like Princeton 
              to ensure that when you're 50 you'll have something better to do 
              than rant on an e-mail list at two-thirty on a Wednesday afternoon? 
              Just wondering. 
              5) Am I the only person who wants to know why 
              the Robertson family is really suing Princeton? If the center of 
              the issue really is who gets to invest the money, the National Review's 
              claim that the Robertsons have outperformed Princo in 19 of the 
              last 22 years is awfully damning.   
             
              
             
            
            
              
            You can reach Wes at cwtooke@princeton.edu 
                
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