<p>eh… kind of disliked it…</p>
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<p>The Barnard Woman
By Jill Marcellus
Issue date: 4/12/07 Section: Opinion
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<p>Illustration by Christine DeLong</p>
<p>Ballet flats, leggings, a belt over a long blouse, inch-wide eyeliner. Do you have the mental picture yet? Yes? Congratulations, you’ve just visualized a Barnard girl. Pardon, Barnard woman.</p>
<p>We are strong and beautiful. We are pre-professional, pre-med, and pre-socialite. All right, so we’re also English majors, but we’re English majors with high-powered internships. Suggest otherwise and our wide network of influential alumnae will personally kick your ass.</p>
<p>This is where I should raise my fist to the sky in pride and solidarity, or high-five some of my sister interns and future job contacts. My arm, however, remains unmoved. Perhaps it feels out of place, clad as it is in a slouchy sweatshirt, and not even a Barnard one at that. I suspect, though, that my ambivalence about the Barnard woman has deeper roots than the Barnard uniform. The fact is, I came to college neither to jump-start my career nor to make important business connections. </p>
<p>Naive as it may seem, I thought I was here to over-analyze nineteenth-century novels and to self-importantly misinterpret various -isms. I thought I was supposed to surrender myself to the humanities, and find my soul in the dusty volumes that constitute a liberal arts education. Apparently I missed the brochure detailing how college is the best four years of networking of your life. </p>
<p>I somehow landed on a campus where academic seclusion is harder to come by than career advice. I understand that I will have to enter the work force and the real world some day, but college should not focus on providing professional experience. Instead, it should give us the experience of history, fortify our characters with literature, and generally prepare us for reality by buttressing our will to live. You can accuse me of callously wasting opportunities or even call me an impractical, young college student, but I refuse to put down my book in order to network.</p>
<p>On some level, I do understand the Barnard obsession with the Barnard stereotype. As Barnard’s validity is constantly questioned by idle Columbia students, it is natural to respond with a militaristic assertion of professionalism. I have read countless articles by Columbia undergraduates who are horrified by the thought that they may be in a class with people who have SAT scores averaging 50 points below their own. I, in turn, am horrified that I may be in a class with someone who still cares about my SAT scores. Are undergraduates only here to defend Columbia’s superior status, perhaps write a few papers to keep the graduate students occupied, and later attract more graduate students by lending our names and finances to our Alma Mater? For that matter, are we only here to use the University name as a crutch in our perpetual game of networking? If the answer is yes, then, well, I’ll lock myself in my room with a therapeutic copy of Pride and Prejudice. But I would much rather be doing what English majors are supposed to be doing: sitting around a table and engaging in lively, enthralling, and thoroughly unprofitable debates.</p>
<p>I have had enough of the networking workshops, the hilariously named Office of Career Development, and the general insistence on being a strong and beautiful Barnard woman. We need to stop focusing so much on our professional appearance and simply be, well, college undergraduates. There is nothing wrong with being an impractical English major with a minimum-wage summer job. Why must our college years be a stopover on the path to fame and fortune, instead of a time to question who we are and what we want?</p>
<p>I just wish that we could peel off a few layers of make-up and careerism, relax, enjoy some excellent classes, and abandon the image. After all, our mascot is a dancing bear. Let’s not take ourselves too seriously.</p>