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Mark C. N. Sullivan is an editor at a Massachusetts university. He is married and the father of three children. Email
At Dartmouth College, nanny administrators have decreed fraternity and sorority officers must attend a sensitivity-training seminar called "Seeking Alliances through Leadership and Diversity," or SALAD. According to this entertaining account from the Dartmouth Review, students have complied in something other than the willing spirit of self-improvement envisioned by earnest multi-culti facilitators.
Ironically, the task of going to SALAD fell on me and two of my brothers because we lost a three-on-three boat race (brothers imbibe vast quantities of alcohol, first to finish is victorious). Seems [the assistant dean of residential life] has all but encouraged binge drinking, at least in my case.
Upon entering the 1930s room in Rockefeller Center at 8:30 AM, I found most of the students already there. Many were understandably dazed and limp, it being the morning after the week’s most popular night. The Tri-Kap president, collapsed on one of the plush, green, thousand-dollar government-department chairs, appeared comatose, eyes closed and his head cocked back ninety degrees on top of the headrest…
Nothing like a full day of diversity training to cure a hangover.
Dartmouth – or rather, the old, pre-PC Dartmouth – was, of course, the inspiration for Animal House, one of the two formative comedy films of my generation (the other being Caddyshack.)