Really. I'm not kidding. Take a minute and read the letter. The link's just up there. I'll be here when you get back.
(Tapping fingers. Twiddling thumbs. Counting to thirty.)
Now that you've read it, would you like to sit down for a moment? Are you shocked? Sputtering?
I am at such a loss for anything critical, valuable or thoughtful to say — I just don't even know where to start! — that
Princeton Mom to Female Students: Find a Husband
Some Poor Kid's Mom Wrote a Letter... Begging Girls to Date Her Son
Mother Scolds Princeton Women for Not Marrying Her Sons
And letter-writer Susan Patton's attempt to dig herself out of the hole by digging deeper:
Princeton Mom Wishes She Married a Princeton Man
Actually, it's not that I can't think of what to say (although as I said, the question of Where to begin, even? poses a challenge); it's that there is nothing contained in this letter that actually merits a serious response. It's so transparent and so stupid and so tone-deaf. Yet I'm offended as the alumna of a peer institution, and I'm troubled as someone who teaches men and women in the target age demographic who have a whole range of personal and professional aspirations. I'm a big proponent of showing people up by the simple act of living well, so I shall spill no more ink on the matter, get back to my exciting and over-brainy existence and just back slowly away from this bizarre wormhole to 1950 before it sucks in any more feminism. Turns out we don't actually have that much to spare.