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Before I came to Radcliffe, the thing that scared me most about the place was the legend of the Radcliffe bitch--sharp, aggressive, cool, domineering. I'd heard it all. For years I'd been reading everything I could find on the subject of Harvard, including such reliable publications as The Insider's Guide to the Colleges, which informed me that the Radcliffe woman "took everything seriously" and would, on returning home from a date, invariably "leave your ego in a little puddle by the door." (The guide was, of course, written for a male audience.) Another guide mentioned...
Since it was obvious to me that I did not fit the description of the Radcliffe bitch--it seemed that my ego was the one which would most likely be left in a puddle by the door--and since, in fact, my own self-image was much closer to a wallflower, I could see what was in store for me--four years of unrelieved misery. I made feeble attempts to take matters into my own hands. On New Year's Eve, I can remember writing in my diary that although I didn't believe in New Year's resolutions...
...fall of my freshman year, on my first real date with a Harvard man, I found myself launching a vigorous defense of Radcliffe women, one I've launched countless times since then. The guy insisted that it was true, there were a lot of bitches at the 'Cliffe. He'd been going out with one the year before and, well, it hadn't really worked out and anyway, she was a real bitch. I insisted that, if that were true, she must have been an exceptional case...
...airlines; no stamps are supplied for answering fan mail; torn pants and two-year-old shirts are handed out in the clubhouse; and there is no free telephone in the clubhouse for local calls. "The problem is simple," says one player. "Charlie Finley is the cheapest son of a bitch in baseball...
...does have a peachant for taking in wimpy things--like Bastus, a chicken-broad black eat she found starving at some party, and Mirrormere, a mutty bitch of a battered Airedale who had spent her life on one end of a chain and the other end of a two by four, and Daniel. Daniel in the lion's den, as he likes to repeat...