<p>Me to someone: “Oh, hey, did you hear that [friend who shares his name with popular video game character] got into Chicago?” </p>
<p>Girl not part of this conversation: <em>jumps in</em> “Really? Chicago? That’s… okay, I guess… but he could do so much better!”</p>
<p>(I’d say he’s doing pretty darn well if he got into Chicago… but then again, what do I know?)</p>
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<p>My mom: “Yes, she did make her choice. She’s going to a liberal arts college out East.” </p>
<p>My mom’s coworker: <em>disdainfully</em> “Oh, really.” </p>
<p>My mom: “Yes.” <em>describes Smith</em></p>
<p>My mom’s coworker: “How’s she going to find a husband there? There are lots of boys at [fourth-tier state school]! That’s where my grandson is going. I filled out his application for him.”</p>
<p>My mom: “…That’s nice.” </p>
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<p>Me: “Yeah, I’m going to Smith. It’s a women’s college, so that might take some getting used to for me.”</p>
<p>Guy in calculus class: “Are all the teachers girls, too?”</p>
<p>It’s a college. Not a convent. And they’re called professors. </p>
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<p>My grandmother: <em>reads my graduation announcement, which includes a photo of me leaning against the Smith College sign</em> “Is that where [phanatic] is going to college?”</p>
<p>My dad: “Yep. It’s in Massachusetts, very selective, all women, and she felt really comfortable there.” </p>
<p>My grandmother: “…All women?” </p>
<p>My dad: “Yes.”</p>
<p>My grandmother: “…Oh dear…” </p>
<p>(No, Grandma, it’s not what you think)</p>