NYU is full of rich brats. Proof lies on the school newspaper's website in an article about London shopping by Andrea Feckzo. Her lead:
A week ago, I decided to treat myself (courtesy of the parental unit) to a weekend of birthday shopping and post-midterm retail therapy — in London.
Oh the dramaticism of the dash–brilliant indeed! Sadly Feckzo's amateur belittling of London's fashionistas that follows lacks the, er, wit of Sentence Number 1. But thank god it retains the snobbery, reinforced by Annette's especially obnoxious comment:
OMG! I love daddy's credit card too! Seriously, after the demands of midterms I too like to avail myself of transatlantic travel to shop. Yes, the exchange rate is a bitch, but at least it's not like I worked for the money. Where does this whole NYU is full of privileged, spoiled brats stereotype come from?
Annette
I don't have the heart to post the last line of this comment here because it contains her email address. If you're truly dying to know it, you'll have to put in the miniscule effort required to read the article.
I agree with you. I wish I had your passion for writing!
This is a appealing post by the way. I am going to go ahead and save this article for my brother to check out later on tomorrow. Keep up the high-quality work.