On Thursday, when the red bumps were particularly inflamed on my right elbow, I drove up to Chicago in order to attend a reception for those admitted to Harvard Law School. That’s right. I went to a Harvard Law School reception, held at the very swanky W Hotel in downtown Chicago, full of successful, well-off Harvard Law School alums dressed in their corporate finery, with mange. The grew-up-poor, lived-in-a-trailer-park, huge-chip-on-my-shoulder part of me thinks that, in the history of class warfare, this might be the best–or at least the most hilarious–campaign yet waged. Shake my mangy, mangy hand corporate lawyer, and do it with a “We Hope You Come To Harvard” smile on your face.
…will make you want to read this blog!
