"She only got in because she's an athlete."

"He only got in because he's black. I had a much higher SAT score, and I didn't get in."

"Of course she got in! She's Mexican, gay, and disabled. A triple-threat minority!"

​"Yeah, but he's a legacy student."

​Jealousy is ugly... and if you're someone who's been admitted to a prestigious prep school or university, chances are you've heard someone say something ugly about why you got in. 

They might be right. They might be wrong. They might just be spiteful. Regardless, who cares? You got in, and they didn't.

Last week, the Stanford Daily posted about new women-focused weightlifting hours in one of Stanford's many gyms. This week, a triggered little boy filed a filed a Title IX complaint to the U.S. Department of Education; a gender discrimination complaint to California’s Department of Fair Employment and Housing, which enforces the Unruh Act; and an Act of Intolerance report through Stanford’s Student Affairs office.

I have a confession: One time, I wore a cocktail dress to a black tie wedding. 
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I felt like I had a reasonable excuse, though. It was a destination wedding, and I'd spent the two weeks before the wedding beach camping, surfing, scuba diving, and traveling around Mexico.​ No way I was doing that with an evening dress in my backpack.

"The Play" has gone down in history as the most amazing, sensational, dramatic, heart-rending, exciting, thrilling finish in the history of college football. For those who need a recap:

Don’t you hate it when you ask someone how old they are, and they think it’s coy or cute or something to give you a non-answer? Or when you ask, “Where did you go to college?” and they say something weird and indirect that doesn't answer the question, like, “Northern California” or “in Boston." You know. Instead of the truth: “Stanford,” or “Harvard?”
 
People do this because they think they’re being “modest.” But actually, they’re being condescending little pricks.
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Yesterday, while sipping a honey-lavender latte at Bliss Cafe, I got to talking with the most gorgeous woman. And I don't just mean her face -- her whole soul was radiant with joy. When the topic shifted to one that is dear to me, travel, she said something fascinating:

"One week of travel produces a year's worth of memories."

Let me start by saying: what the men's team did was disgusting, and if any of those dudes were my friend, I would be furious at them. I mean, it's one thing when someone you don't know objectifies you. It's quite another when someone who's supposed to care about and respect you makes public, gross, sexual comments about you.

That said, I'm less than thrilled that the administration is stepping in and "handling" this for you.

Maybe next, they'll just ban all alcohol and all parties. 

Shame on you, Stanford.

First, you totally buy into Brock Turner's whole "men don't rape people -- alcohol rapes people" thing by banning hard alcohol. A move which, by the way, is not going to reduce sexual assault. 

Then, you publish the most victim-blaming, condescending website ever. In Female Bodies and Alcohol, which you've since had the sense to take down, you wrote, "Women who are seen drinking alcohol are perceived to be more sexually available than they may actually be.”

And now, you've canceled one of Stanford's most outrageously fun and ridiculous traditions: Full Moon on the Quad.

Novels are great! They stir the soul. They share emotional journeys we can all relate to. It's great to read novels – which is probably why Stanford provides a list of three books -- usually novels -- for its incoming freshmen to read each summer.

My freshman year, the Three Books were M Butterfly, Annie John, and Old School, which was actually pretty spectacular -- especially since I'd just graduated from a New England boarding school.

But let's be honest. Did any of these books change my life? Prepare me for college? Change the way I think? Improve my cognitive skills?

No. But this one will: