The Penn girls who headed to the Real World house have been identified! Emily and Chelsea (pictured, in a shot from Drumheller’s Facebook page) have made Penn proud, and are — and let us not overstate this — the most famous people at Penn since the days of Ben Franklin. And when was he ever on TV?

Emily, a member of the Theta sorority, headed on an ill-starred date with cast member Andrew at Buca di Beppo after a night of passion at the only bar in Washington, apparently. “Who ever said they were attracted to smart girls?” said Andrew of his Ivy League-educated date. She admitted, with all the grace and elegance of a Quaker, “I was thinking about standing you up!” Maybe he was right? Emily expounds delightfully on her Catholic-school upbringing and her ring and how much she wants to be on TV (well, the last part is subtext).

Chelsea, a sister of Tri-Delt, catalyzed an old-school ruckus after returning from the bar with “rocker” Josh. What not to do as a houseguest? Respond to a housemate’s question “What are you looking for?” with “Not your brains!” and a profanity. One would think a sorority member would be more invested in shared-living experiments! But at least she’s keeping her Ivy snob-quotient up by telling off a Real Worlder for inadequate intellect. [We've heard rumblings about a THIRD sorority member from Penn at the bar and on TV... but we're not sure enough to post. Any tips, commenters?]

We’ve long thought that the Ivies deserve their own reality show, and hopefully, these ladies can keep the MTV momentum going. Let’s bring The Hills to Penn: call it The Walk?

Screenshots from The Real World after the jump!

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Battle stations, daily newspaper feature writers, battle stations!! Three examples makes a trend piece, and we’ve just received word of yet another complaint over too-public sex on an Ivy campus. First it was the Yale showers. Then, a Brown kitchen. Now some Dartmouthers have been called out for commandeering … a toilet stall. Wrote a disgusted (sour grapes?) freshman girl:

Date: 27 Feb 2007 11:45:30 -0500
From: [redacted]
Subject: Important!
To: [28 freshmen]

Dear Cohen Floor 2,

As psyched as I am that some of you are getting laid, the bathroom of 203 at 6:15 in the morning is not the time or the place… if you feel the need to do it in public, perhaps the common room would be more appropriate. This way, you won’t disturb your floormates/suitemates or have them walk into the bathroom on you! 

Great, fab, have a good day

xoxo

More background from our tipster:

The girl who sent out this email was woken up out of a cold sleep at 6:15 a.m. on Tuesday morning by some loud moaning. She assumed it was coming from another room down the hall, and decided to go to the bathroom (across the hall) only to discover another girl from our floor and an anonymous guy having a little fun in one of the toilet stalls (not the shower, a la Yale)…the kind of fun where you have both hands and both feet on the ground (as my floormate saw under the door). The reason we know that this was another girl from our floor: her Dartmouth ID was found on the floor of the stall later on that morning.  

OK, we’re slow-clapping here on that last part.

With three Ivies down, that means five have some homework to do! Now, make sure you have the assignment right: we’re not looking for people having sex in public places. We’re looking for people who have been scolded, preferably by people with tenure, for having sex in public places. So you can’t just do it; you must do it very, very detectably. This is the beginning of something beautiful. Anyone have Jenny 8. Lee on speed dial?

Whoa, today’s Brown Daily Herald has a major scoop: Brown is actively recruiting Reade Seligmann, one of the three Duke rape case defendants, to transfer and play for its lacrosse team. That’s it, basically — no other details, besides Coach Lars Tiffany saying  Seligmann likes Brown, and Brown likes him likes him back. We’ll hold the editorial comments as we get ready to visit Durham this weekend, but obvs, this is a huge vote of confidence in Seligmann’s innocence. Anyone at Duke or Brown have more info?
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If you read this blog with any regularity, you know it’s been a constant struggle to criticize 02138, a magazine we know we should hate but somehow, inexplicably (well, sometimes explicably), can’t. What we can say, thanks to this spectacular item from Boston’s Weekly Dig, is that 1) 02138 is not a happy place to be right now, and 2) it will be moving its unhappy ass to the unhappiness capital of the world: Manhattan.

The real juice, though, is on the editorial end. Dig invokes the “world of carnage” that is the magazine’s masthead, which has already lost two executive editors and an editorial director, with a managing editor and two editors-at-large soon to peace. The strategy, a source tells them, “is to make it so ridiculously unhospitable that people quit — they’re never fired.”

Dig’s coup of coups is a leaked editorial memo outlining ways to bring in more advertising without compromising editorial autonomy. Among those uncompromising ideas:

“Make as many photo shoots as possible fashion shoots. Let subjects know that readers will be very interested in their fashion, jewelry, accessory choices or, preferably, dress them. Whether or not we dress them, clothes should be credited. Next list [of influential Harvardians?-Ed.] should be shot this way.”

“Profiles through the lens of certain products: The last five electronics gadgets Jim Fallows bought to stay in touch from China, whats in Meg Whitmans briefcase as far as electronic devices, what are the last 10 wines Jen Rubell served at dinner parties; what is on Marisa Noel Browns holiday gift list, Darren Aronofskys ten rules for flying on his private jet.”

And then this apocalyptic vision:

“Cover a ridiculous or interesting wedding, first birthday party, retirement party or funeral in every issue. Offer alums incentives to alert us to such events (02138 onesies for new legacy babies)”

Is it our birthday? Feels like it. Thanks, Dig.

Early headlines are coming over the wire after the Crimson’s scoop that history prof and Radcliffe dean Drew Gilpin Faust will soon be named Harvard’s first woman president …

DEATH OF ANNA NICOLE SMITH PAVES WAY FOR NEW LEADER OF AMERICAN FEMINISM

SIGNIFICANTLY LESS INTERESTING PERSON THAN LARRY SUMMERS ELEVATED TO HIGHEST POSITION IN AMERICAN EDUCATION

TRUSTEES CONFUSED BY FEMALE ACADEMICS’ CELEBRATION; THOUGHT ‘DREW’ PERSON WAS MAN

SCOOP SAFELY OBTAINED, STUDENT REPORTERS RETURN CRIMSON-ISSUED CYANIDE CAPSULES

More news TK later Friday … 

On good days, tips arrive in our inbox and we’re all, “Hey, that’s fun to write about.” Or “Silly Ivy League kids, that’s sure ripe for a tweaking!”

And then there’s the day you learn about SimplySheena.com.

The personal web site of Columbia J-school student Sheena Tahilramani fairly begs to be ridiculed. It almost feels too easy — but we’ve written about the vanity sites of sex bloggers before, and SimplySheena, with completely tame subject matter, manages to take the medium to new depths. It’s actually because she’s a legit journalism student that the enormous photo of herself on the home page is so absurd, demanding that she not be taken seriously.

That’s her, in a low-cut dress, jeweled necklace, and a certain gaze — that piercing, come-hither gaze ‘neath which so many sources have surely melted. (“Do you want to do this on the record … or on the pool table?“) Click through and you’ll find a bio that’s largely relevant (L.A. Times internship, etc.) and impressive. Then there’s this:

Sheena appeared on Wheel of Fortune in September 2004 and won the majority of her winnings in the first toss-up round. The answer was ‘Boulder, Colorado.’ She has been an in [sic] several television shows (ER, The Shield, Cold Case) and feature films (The Holiday and Blades of Glory).

(Emphasis, ’cause it’s funny, ours.) On the “Contact” page you’ll find a photo of Sheena dressed in nothing but newsprint (old Columbia Spectators) — an image that must be really really hot, if you’re Joseph Pulitzer. We remain untitillated, as we 1) recall from the high school newspaper mail room the disgusting amount of ink that can get onto your skin, and 2) are, you know, completely repulsed by the entire site in general.

UPDATE 2:59 p.m.: A friend at the Columbia Daily Spectator passes along this email from Tahilramani, sent unsolicited to the paper’s general mailbox last Halloween. If the jury was somehow out on the charge of self-promotion before, we believe the verdict is now in. Read it after the jump:

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UPDATE: YouTube has removed the video; we’ve replaced it with a Veoh clip below, or you can download the file here.
UPDATE 2: Turns out that serving up the enormous video file blew the roof off our server. We’ll let Veoh host for now, and re-host it if they take it down.
Aleksey Vayner is having a bad day. Imagine you’re a recruiting director at an investment bank. Aleksay’s resume come across your desk. The ‘07 Yalie’s stuff seems normal enough, until the link to a video at the end. Twenty-four hours later, you’re the laughingstock of New York, the newest viral sensation. We’ve been forwarded his stuff a couple times, and the email suffixes tell the whole story: Greenwich Capital Markets, Credit Suisse, Wachovia Securities, JP Morgan, Lazard, on and on and on.

Subject: FW: one more resume, u must see video
Subject: FW: this is pure gold.
Subject: True story- On line resume of a candidate for our training prog ram
“Too funny not to share” … “This guy must be the pride of Yale” … “You can’t make this sh** up” … “Don’t you guys go trying to recruit him – I’ve added myself to cs’s yale recruiting team. He’s ours” …

Here’s a link to Vayner’s official site (what’s with the weird must-be-over-18 warning?), and his original cover letter and resume. [Ed. note: We rushed this online as soon as we got it, only to notice Dealbreaker.com had it a little while ago. The headline overlap was accidental, seriously.) UPDATE: Read more of IvyGate’s wall-to-wall coverage of Aleksey Vayner!