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Word: factly (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...fact, few boys seemed to be trying to meet girls at all. Either they cruised around the room aimlessly, or they appeared to be having token conversations. I overheard the usual, "What courses are you taking?" "When I was in Europe last summer. . . ." "Do you know. . . ." But nothing more substantial or personal than that...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...certainly weren't welcomed at the mixer. In fact, these people seemed oblivious to any festival of life, and they weren't aware of one more girl's presence. There was absolutely no feeling of community at the mixer. There was only the feeling of people desperately on the make...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...MIXER reminded me of Harvard-Radcliffe relations in general. There was that same insidious lack of communication that is so characteristic of university life here. The fact that I was one of three (that I counted) Cliffies there, that being a Cliffie was a strike against me, that I thought Adams House wanted to meet me, and that nobody knew that--a real communications breakdown of the first order...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...simply admit this fact? We want to meet you, Harvard, and you want to meet us -- at least those of you who aren't wrongly afraid of us do. Why can't we get together? It's such a tragedy. We have so much to give to each other, to share with each other, and to learn from each other. We want to know each other as people first, not as dates or as members of a "relationship," but as men and women with something to say to each other...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...many of us can drop our defenses, stop protecting our slick Harvard exteriors, and start treating each other as warms, sensitive human beings? How many of us are able to celebrate a festival of life at this point? The concert said a few. The mixer said not many. The fact is that most of us are psychologically incapacitated. And this may be the real tragedy after...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

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