It’s hard for me to resist my predisposition to entertain paranoid fantasies. So I cannot help but feel that, after our flubbed attempt at reviving campus culture with 40s on 40, the Internet (as a collective and monolithic entity) is mocking our ho-hum lives.
Seriously, first The Daily Beast tells us that we’re the second most stressed college, and I can take that. But then in quick sequence they slam us with fifty-third happiest, just as New York Magazine declares our neighborhood the forty-sixth (of fifty) best place to live in the city. Perhaps I’m just paranoid, but this seems to validate my old belief: we live in the Siberia of Manhattan. And I’m going to take a stance here and say that it’s our fault.
