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...paid to him within the world of letters, here at Harvard, he might as well be the man Ralph Ellison’s title refers to. As a Harvard undergraduate, Whitehead did not call attention to himself. As he admitted to the Crimson in 2003, he “didn??t say anything.” Though he completed his coursework, he was not an exceptional student nor was he a central player in the publication scene on campus, eschewing the traditional incubatory institutions for a would-be-writer, opting not to take part in John H. Updike...
...reflective of reality. “At least not for my friends,” she laughed.Bezreh said that, like Hrdy, she contemplated producing an erotic magazine during her years at Harvard. But in Bezreh’s case, the stereotype held her back.“It just didn??t seem appropriate,” she said. “Harvard is like, the most privileged thing that can happen. And making porn or making erotic stuff can be very stigmatizing... I was scared that it would mess up my career.”Bezreh later confronted...
...Engineering concentrator who plans to pursue a career in that field. On the side, however, Mao has written around 20 short stories, a novel, and 50 poems, and he has taken three creative writing workshops.“I like to think that it didn??t hurt my grades, because it fulfilled some spiritual or psychological need that helped me do better in classes,” says Mao, smiling. “At least that’s what I tell myself.”Fiction writers are especially affected by the pressure on Harvard students...
...glasses onto a tray, which she gives to me, and she carries the coffeepot and the carton of juice, and we make our way up the stairs, stepping over the people who are still sleeping, me still barefoot, she still in her Vermont weekend boots.“I didn??t know we had this thing up here,” she mutters, looking at the TV setup. “Must be one of the things Jim left around and never used.” “Someone must have brought up this Sega at some...
...tried some things. Rape scenarios didn??t work for him, and I didn??t like them because he always forgot to hold my hands down. We tried a little girl-older man thing, and we both sort of liked that but felt bad for liking it. The only thing that really worked was this doctor-nurse behavior. I called him Dr. Cock, up it went, and we’d have a few minutes to work. I always had to lie perfectly still (changing positions turned him flaccid all over again) and whisper, Dr. Cock...