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Barrett was standing on one side of my long futon, about to turn around in frustration and retreat to her bed and the blissful ignorance of sleep. I was standing on the other side, wringing a red sweater in my hands and trying to figure out why we had fallen from grace...
...HAZY SEPTEMBER day, Kenley Monson arrived at Ohio Northern University for her first day of college prepared with all the essentials. Like a new computer. And a new pink plastic computer cover to go with it. Then there was the futon, and the mini-fridge. And of course the brand-new color-coordinated bedding ensemble--pink sheets, pink pillows, pink comforter--which matched the pink shag rug and halogen lamp with the pink shade. The storage crates were solid pink; the trash can was decorated with hearts colored--you guessed it--pink. And who could forget the tiki lights every...
...Northern, paid $11 for a Hello Kitty sleep mask, which matches her new bedding, towels, pajamas, alarm clock, night light, TV, coffeepot and other Hello Kitty accessories. All told, it was goodbye $1,500. Deirdre Schwiring and her mother spent $1,400 on everything from ramie curtains to a futon to a flat-screen TV for the junior's 6-ft. by 14-ft. dorm room at the University of Miami, all because last year's color scheme--pink and blue--needed to be updated for this season's trendier palette of greens...
Last weekend, replicating a Sunday-morning ritual of my secular youth, I bought a copy of The New York Times. I brought it back to my common room, and eventually my roommates drifted in and rifled through the paper to find the good sections. When we were draped over futon and chair and carpet, reading each other passages from the paper—“Hey, can you believe what Condoleeza Rice said?”—it reminded me of those childhood Sunday mornings, except with less competition for the sports section. When I glanced...
Needless to say, it was “the worst thing ever.” The day after the article was published, when the phone calls and e-mails began—they still come in from time to time—I remember lying on the futon in my common room. I didn’t even want my roommate to come in. I was more embarrassed than I’d ever been. It seems like such a mediocre mistake now, but at the time it enveloped my entire life...