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...townhouse outside the city proper. Her best friend and roommate Danny writes for the Style section of the Sun and introduces Vicky to a man that he was once attracted to with the affirmation that this mystery man once wrote for Rumpus, Yale’s humor mag. Mystery man is a washed-out writer for Harper’s and the only man alive who knows more showtune lyrics than Vicky. They laugh a lot and dance ontop of bars. One year later at their orthodox wedding, Vicky sings “Nothing’s Gonna Stop...
...deal with “asshole” Crimson editors and their inability to get the paper out before the wee hours of the morning, but he also had the “fuckin’ albatross around his neck” (one of his choicest descriptions of the Mag) which guaranteed that he wouldn’t leave the building until dawn. I remember standing on the filthy and entirely precarious landing at the top of the stairs pasting up the Mag and being accosted by Pat as he walked down the steps toward his shop in the basement...
...whole point of the Mag, we thought, was to be a little crazy, provocative, edgy, push the envelope, etc. Sometimes we went too far. I remember one “endpaper” I edited in the spring of 1986 which consisted of a compilation of space shuttle Challenger jokes. (The space shuttle had blown up in January ’86). While any number of people told me that they thought the jokes were tasteless and offensive, the person that really got to me was Brian Byrne, The Crimson’s press operator, who said that he personally...
Editing the Mag was a lot like life at Harvard. I simultaneously felt thrilled and exhilirated, exhausted and anxious, self-important and always in way over my head. It was probably good training for life post-Harvard which is more of the same, except the self-importance fades quickly as you leave Cambridge behind (and thank God for that). One final note to Pat Sorrento: you were right about one thing, work is work and there’s nothing better than getting home early and going to sleep...
Don’t get me wrong: FM is a serious journalistic endeavor, all the better for its in-depth, investigative cover pieces. Nonetheless, when Lisa K. Pinsley and I took the helm of the mag, we felt a burning desire to lighten things up. Actually, we—like all uppity, sarcastic FM editors—really just wanted to make fun of other people in public. But it turns out that mocking others (especially those who are probably better than you) is not easy. In fact, quality ridicule takes finesse, friendliness, focus, and a number of other words...