I wrote yesterday about the problem of how Larry Summers rebuilds his reputation when he has become the object of public satire. (Of course, he has become a hero to some groups, but I’m talking about the arbiters of pop culture—late-night comedians, web-based humorists, New Yorker cartoonists, etc.)

So last night I was forwarded an invitation to a Harvard party on Saturday night that shows just what I’m talking about. It’s so funny, I’m reprinting it here, with the names changed so that a) these kids’ parents don’t get too bummed out, and b) the kajillions of people who read this blog don’t crash the party. Here it is…

“bored and horny have conspired once again to bring you the first xxxxx
party of 2005.

see you there…
j

Come celebrate the innate differences between men and women.

Or, if you’re gay, don’t.

(Pfoho xxxx)
Saturday, 10pm

[[Note: This party is for friends only. Fuck those motherfucking freshmen.]]

In Perpetuity,

David (“A woman discovered radium. Wanna fuck?”)

Tom (“Why look for the gay gene when you can look in my jeans?”)

Mark (“If I were a girl, I’d do experiments on my boobs. I like you.”)

Paul (“I’m using bi-molecular fluorescent complementation to elucidate the binding interactions between members of the PDZ protein family using high-throughput methodology. Oh. You’re a girl. Here, drink this.”)

Mike (“Antidisestablishmentarianism!”)

John (“Molecule? More like Mole-cute. I mean, hi, I’m John.”)

Steve (“Y ask Y **? Try this guy.”)

Mike (“You’re in your element, but I just wish you weren’t on the periodic table right now.”)

Carl (“Oh, hi. I was just calling to ask what the bio homework was…so, um, what’s up?”)

**only men have the y chromosome>>