The other night, this writer saw hanging from the top of Adams House an upside-down flag. Upon closer inspection, the flag was no other than the flag of Eliot House. Ah, the old Eliot-Adams war had been rekindled, it seemed. No one can forget the famous Adams gong robbery from last spring.

Today, a photo sent to us by a reader depicts yet another Eliot triumph: it looks like they have stolen the obnoxiously obnoxious Adams lifeguard chair – from which non-house residents are often yelled at for breaking house meal restriction policies. The chair has been painted with the words “ELIOT HOUSE DOMUS.”

Adams Chair + Colorblocking = so in right now.

Well played, Eliot. Well played. Will Adams make the next move?

I am not a WASP. But a quick dig through my wardrobe would reveal to you that I’m a closeted WASP fan. Beneath the mounds of hipstery leggings and frocks I own lurk the few, the proud, and the WASPy. In my second drawer are telltale seersucker and madras prints. The third drawer contains a horrific amount of Ralph Lauren sweaters in every color of the rainbow. Tossed carelessly by the foot of my desk you will find a pair of Topsiders (never worn with socks, naturally). Although I have yet to own a Lily Pulitzer dress or lobster embroidered headband (er, I’m not rushing to anytime soon), I’m secretly an avid proponent of prep style.

For girls though, prep style must be treated with the greatest delicacy. Like many things in life, it’s tempting to overindulge. Simple sweaters and skirts, monogrammed jewelry, a well-tailored tweed jacket are all acceptable staples. But if a girl walked into lecture wearing madras shorts, pearls, headband, and some pasteled variation of a shirt, I would smack her in the face with a tennis (or squash?) racket and then proceed to ralph. As in, barf, not Lauren. Read the rest of this entry »