The pretty colored version of what I foisted on some of you earlier today. Tell me you don't like the pink feathers.

Bella Wang ‘12 explores the trials and tribulations of that ubiquitous Harvard staple: the flyer distributor.

eing the trustworthy and dutiful Harvard Ballroom team member that I was, I spent my lunch hour today bugging the crap out of any of the good citizens of Harvard University that were unlucky enough to pass through the paper gauntlet that spans the stretch between Annenberg and the Science Center.  Now, whenever you go flyering, you always face the moral dilemma between being a nice, kind, and polite person and making sure that no one misses what undoubtedly will be the A Capella Ballroom Dancing Health Policy Debate Speech Gala Extravaganza of the Century.  Trust me, guys, you have to come see Burn the Floor this Saturday evening because when you’re sixty years old, your grandchildren will be asking you about the time you watched the Adams, Currier, and Quincy house masters square off in tango, Dancing with the Stars style.  If you don’t come, those grandchildren will cry, and then you’ll regret fixedly staring at the floor/sky/person in front of you/Invisible Pink Unicorn instead of meeting my eyes and just taking the damn flyer. Read the rest of this entry »