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The cost of any potentially offensive joke can be redeemed if they’re clever enough — so much so that the audience recognizes the intention and structure is to be funny, and not that its choice of topic matter is inherently funny. In the case of Trevor Noah, he comes off as reckless.
Last week, both The Boston Globe and The New York Times ran front page features highlighting the challenge that first-generation students and poor students — essentially those who aren’t part of America’s upper half of the socio-stratum — faced assimilating into elite universities. These difficulties, captured through various experiences and instantiations of culture shock, are rooted in two disparities: an unfamiliarity with college culture and money. These divides are inherited, and overcoming this legacy is an uphill battle. Nowhere are the divides more apparent than in the Ivy League.
To paraphrase Under the Button, President Amy Gutmann is our queen. That is, she is a constitutional monarch, the living component of the University regalia that symbolizes Penn.
Midterms, presentations, papers, mandatory GBMs, round two interviews with Goldman Sachs, hustling your group partner to do all the project work, trying to convince the world that it really was Beyoncé, appearing in court to contest your grandfather’s will — all make just a mouthful of the salty cucumbers in the bottomless pickle jar of obligations our prototypical Penn student must get their hand stuck in.
What do expired yogurt and Penn have in common? The culture is toxic.
Race relations, economic disparities, the lingering threat of crime, having to deal with people of different backgrounds: It’s not easy being in West Philly. When the median income bracket for us Penn students is three times more than that of our neighbors past 40th Street, sitting on the brackish border to the slumdrums can be chafing. Center City has its colonial charm, South Philadelphia has its restaurants, but chaos runs the Wild West.
Second-semester salutations of “What’d you do?” signal the wrapping up of winter break. Many of us will have vacationed abroad. Some of the more free-spirited types will have gone off the beaten track — as recommended by their Lonely Planet guidebook — to hidden treasures like Laos, “the next Thailand”; Nicaragua, “a less-Anglo Costa Rica”; or Budapest, Hungary, “the poor man’s Prague,” to backpack, couch-surf and maybe even hitchhike. With a GoPro in one hand and youthful determination in the other, the world is their oyster.
Benefactors of affirmative action spoke on Wednesday night about their experiences and complicated relationship with the topic at an event entitled, “Affirmative (Re)Action.”