My alma mater turns into a leftist re-education camp

When my father proudly mentioned to one of his colleagues that his firstborn child had just been accepted to Bryn Mawr College, he responded: “Let’s hope she doesn’t stop shaving her underarms.” This quip was relayed to me years later by that same gentleman, with a half apology. While there was some truth to the suggestion that Bryn Mawrters were not exactly glittery Disney princesses, I didn’t…

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