Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Bennington College,class of 1987
When I declared that I wanted to go to Bennington, my dad asked 'why would you want to go to that crazy school for rich girls?' or maybe it was 'why would you want you want to go to a college for crazy rich girls?'. The question contained its own answer, don't you think?
This arrived in the mailbox yesterday, the real mailbox, on real paper:
Dear Mr. Rith:
Some months ago my daughter presented me with a blue teapot charmingly adorned by three little pigs cavorting on its lid. (ed. note: is there any other kind of teapot?)
Normally I do not write 'fan' letters but the little leaflet shows that you went to Bennington-well so did I-many years ago-your artistic talent and ability are not surprising! Happily I have been enjoying it.
Happy continued potting!
JD Salinger famously wrote in his novel 'Franny and Zooey': '...the Bennington-Sarah Lawrence type looked like she had spent the whole train ride in the john, sculpting or painting or something...'
Well, yeah, that's the Bennington type. We havn't managed to take over the world yet.