I don't read the New Yorker. I find it tedious and overbearing. I was led to this by a bit in The Week:
Okay, that's dumb. But Oberlin is dumb; they did that shit during the Vietnam War so who are you to say that Tamir Rice is less of a big deal? Going through the list of Oberlin alumni I see a long line of people I hate, and a couple who are occasionally brilliant. And the article has no shortage of entitled, spoiled children whingeing about tedious shit. Sticker price on an Oberlin education is, after all, $64k a year.
But $64k a year.
If I were 20 years old and racking up even ten percent of that debt as student loans, I'd feel pretty goddamn entitled, too... particularly when a degree from Oberlin is going to be only marginally effective at earning me a 2-year unpaid internship at Buzzfeed. It's entirely possible that for folks like Cyros Eosphoros, his short tenure at Oberlin will be the first and last time anyone accords him with any power whatsoever:
And I wonder if perhaps that isn't at least part of the issue: we've created a system where students are clients, and they're paying for an extravagant 4-year vacation that will do precious little, comparatively speaking, to augment their autonomy, earning potential or place in society. They are, in many ways, the benefactors of Yuppie guilt, the vein tapped by the 'boomers to mea culpa for the fact that they're NOT retiring thankyouverymuch because they'd barely recovered from the crash of '99 by the time the crash of '08 wiped them out again so yeah, they'll chip in towards little Megan's college tuition because they can but as soon as she's out of college she's on her own.
This is an article about spoiled children and their effects on college diversity. I don't think, however, that the children should be blamed for their spoilage.
This is how Donald Trump happens, only in reverse.