Word: phoned
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...dawn to wallpaper it with your fluorescent dreams--tearing down competing posters in the process, of course, you inconsiderate fiends--you know that campus posters succeed best when they prey on our fantasies. No one wants to read about the Kendo Club. But if your poster says, "FREE HOT PHONE SEX...come to the Kendo Club," someone will read it. This principle never fails...
...interviews, just drop the thing in the mail and be done with it--we're good enough, aren't we? And here, suddenly, on the bulletin board in Eliot House, someone seems willing to fulfill that fantasy--just like the Kendo Club was willing to offer us free hot phone sex! Ingenious indeed. We read...
...site, where the whole thing turns out to be a disappointingly harmless psychological test. Yet there remains something eerie about it, perhaps even more so after it becomes clear that the whole thing comes no closer to fulfilling our fantasies than the promises of free hot phone sex. Psychological researchers presumably designed this poster in order to capture our attention, and the method they devised to do so was to appeal to a trait that we are even more ashamed of than greed or even lust. They tried to appeal to something entirely different: our arrogance. And in a place...
However, there is heartening news to report from the land of the Resume Contest. Of the dozens of posters cluttering the entrance to Eliot House, many, including the Resume Contest poster, have little tabs cut out on the ends so that interested parties can tear off a phone number or e-mail address. While students had torn off the contact information for everything from yard sales to martial arts performances, as of yesterday, one lone poster's tabs remained entirely pristine and untouched: the Resume Contest's. In the land of competing fluorescent fantasies, no one was interested. Dara Horn...
...right, where everyone else does. Fifth grade: In an unsuccessful bid for school president, I realize that "Vote for Ganeshananthan" isn't exactly, well, pithy. And absolutely nothing rhymes with it. It also makes posters and stickers expensive. I lose. I also begin to realize that when I leave phone messages with people who don't know me, I get the comment "wow" a lot. My mother and I get a similar reaction at the grocery store when she hands over her credit card...