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...Boldt: Ben, this is Sue, a former student of mine from Brearley...
...thought everyone would be a workaholic, but that has proved not to be true," says Yvonne L. Karanas, 18, of New York City and The Brearley School. "I also felt like everyone here was a genius, but at the faculty panel one of the questions asked was, `what is the worst thing about Harvard?' and the professor answered, `People who come here think they're stupid."' Karanas explains that this answer calmed her fears, letting her know that there were other early admits who also felt they would be less intelligent than the average Harvard student...
Prager abandons herself wholeheartedly to this tone in the book's second story. "The Alumnae Bulletin." If "A Visit From the Footbinder" depicts a woman on the verge of accepting sex roles, this story shows women rejecting them. Here, in the living room of Edda Millicent Mallory (Brearley, class of '65), we meet Bunny Warburton and Faye O'Jones as the three come together to celebrate their 10th high school reunion. In what has to be one of the most bizarre and yet completely believable rituals ever described in women's literature, the three chums ingest large quantities of marijuana...
Although it's a well-known fact that Brearley girls do meet regularly for this purpose, they usually dispense with the tie-on wooden penises which form an integral part of this particular ceremony. Infused with the sense of masculine calm which these phalluses carry, each woman tells her own horror story of chauvinistic domination. Promisculey is a big as opium with this crowd, so they have plenty to talk about...
...tell a story. Her characters are so outrageous, their experiences so reminiscent all has something to do with the value of female consciousness raising, or the feminine tendency towards self-destruction. It also might have a lot to do with having fun at the expense of the Brearley School, an ancient and awesome institution on the upper East Side dedicated to the intellectualization of genteel but swinging young ladies. And somewhere in there Prager takes a lot of free-falling pot shots at novelist Jerzy Kosinski, possibly because of the jet-set crowd with which he has lately associated himself...