The Ivy League nude posture photos were taken in the 1940s through the 1970s of all incoming freshmen at certain Ivy League and Seven Sisters colleges, ostensibly to gauge the rate and severity of rickets, scoliosis, and lordosis in the population. The project was run by William Herbert Sheldon and E.A. Hooton who may have been using the data to support their theory on body types and social hierarchy. What remained of the images were transferred to the Smithsonian and most were destroyed between 1995 and 2001.
Some people are lucky in love. Others get carsick and vomit on their date’s crotch on the way to the prom (oops).
But regardless of any setbacks I had in high school, I was open to finding love in college. And freshman year, I was sure I found it.
I met Doug when he was going through a break up with his girlfriend (because really, what healthier way is there to start a relationship?) and was instantly attracted to his Adam Sandler-esque sense of humor and early onset baldness.
The more time we spent together, the more I learned about Doug:
Doug was from Wyoming. Doug liked to sleep naked. Doug found a dead pigeon in his bed the night before.
*proverbial record screech*
What?!? Yes. A dead pigeon. In his bed.
Turns out the guys on Doug’s floor were quite the group of pranksters and this kind of prank was right up his alley.
“Isn’t that hilarious?” he shouted. “I LOVE those guys!”
Now, I’m not sure if it was the mention of “love” or the indigestion I had from that afternoon’s rather grey-looking meatloaf, but in the split second when he said that, my brain took a meeting with Kevin Spacey’s character from the movie Seven along with the Nihilists from The Big Lebowski. And the game plan they came up with was this: “Leslie, if he loves those guys that much for putting a dead pigeon in his bed…how much more will he love you if you mail him dead animals through the campus post office?!?”