For all the 2010-ers and their parents: Simon Rich of the New Yorker‘s typically hilarious Shouts & Murmurs column presents a comprehensive guide for how “to care for your precious new college graduate.” An excerpt below:
What do I do if my college graduate cries? What do I do if he screams?
College graduates are setting foot in the real world for the very first time. Imagine how daunting that must be! They have so many daily needs, and yet they lack even the most basic tools required to survive in the world. They are completely helpless. Crying and screaming are ways for college graduates to communicate their frustrations, so that you can solve their problems for them. Again, you can usually find out what’s wrong by consulting a simple checklist:
Does your college graduate have enough cigarettes? Yes / No
Did you remember to fill her wallet with cash? Yes / No
Does she have Internet access? Yes / No
Has she had her daily nap? Yes / No
Does she have her Moleskine and/or sketch pad? Yes / No
Does she have her bottle? Yes / No
Sounds about right. I guess all that’s missing is how to gently cure your college graduate’s mental dependence on a goddamn falafel cart and teach hir to recognize authority figures slightly more threatening than P-Safe’s Dave Meyer. Good luck, kids. I’ll be over here, clinging to the Olin steps railing.
ha ha, in a few years simon can write a guide about caring for your former-print journalist clinging to hirs dying medium.
ha ha, in a few years simon can write a guide about caring for your former-print journalist clinging to hirs dying medium.
Simon Rich graduated from college in 2007, it’s not like he’s far removed. He’s just successful…
Simon Rich graduated from college in 2007, it’s not like he’s far removed. He’s just successful…
Why is it that The “New Yorker” is written by transplants from the Midwest?
Why is it that The “New Yorker” is written by transplants from the Midwest?
pretty accurate though
pretty accurate though
I love how much employed writers make fun of college students. We’re an easy target, I guess.
I love how much employed writers make fun of college students. We’re an easy target, I guess.
The New Yorker is so horribly unfunny.
The New Yorker is so horribly unfunny.