Word: triteness
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Pointing out that Harvard is better than Yale is like pointing out that it’s really cold in Cambridge in January: it’s perennially true, to the point that it’s trite and, frankly, boring. We’re not above that. We are, however, above repeating the fact in the same way every year, and so, every year, we try to mix it up a little bit and find new ways to point out the inherent inferiority of Yalies. We’d hate for them to get complacent. So, this year, rather...
...action fare. Judging by Campbell’s success with the Bond flick “Goldeneye,” he’s capable of pulling a crowd to see their favorite character, no matter how hackneyed the adventure. However, viewers with taste who are sick of this trite gruel might sympathize with a seven-year-old who had to watch Alejandro and Elena kiss during the press screening: “Ewww...
...problem. Alas, final clubs in general have been operating more or less under the same system from the eighteenth century right up until the twenty-first, with female final clubs folding right in to the tradition as they’re formed. People have been making the same trite observations about them for just as long: “They’re too exclusive,” or “the selection process is too arbitrary,” or “they monopolize too much of campus social life, social space?...
...picture of cosmopolitan castaways going to prizefights, bars bedrooms, bullrings in France and Spain is excessively accurate but not as trite as it might be. The ironic witticisms are amusing, for a few chapters. There is considerable emotion, consciously restrained quite subtle. Experts may pronounce the book a masterpiece of sex-frustration psychology. But the reader is very much inclined to echo a remark that is one of Jake's favorites and, presumably Author Hemingway's too, "Oh, what the hell...
...grandsons would attend Harvard, he would not have known whether to laugh or to cry. While seemingly clichéd, the story of my grandfather has a large bearing on how I ended up here at Harvard. My family’s story is just another of those seemingly trite American success stories, à la Horatio Alger—a genre with which we are all probably too familiar. Merely because my family’s story is familiar, however, does not make it any less meaningful, or, more importantly, any less true. Why do I bring this...