Yesterday Ann Coulter directed her incendiary commentary towards Cornell, the “plastic Ivy.” By basically trashing their College of Agriculture and Life Sciences for NOT being an Ivy League school, Coulter compares Keith Olbermann’s referring to his “Ivy League education” to many forms of deceit. The best of it:
Olbermann’s incessant lying about having an “Ivy League education” when he went to the non-Ivy League ag school at Cornell would be like a graduate of the Yale locksmithing school boasting about being a “Yale man.”
As Coulter further muddles her own understanding of the Ivy League—originally and still just a sports conference—she raps about how alums of the “Ivy League Cornell” go on to become Supreme Court justices and stuff while the Ag School grads are basically all hicks and hockey players. So does this mean that Cornell is full of imposters playing Ivy League sports but who will eventually fail in becoming the next Paul Wolfowitz?
Not if the author of the Daily Sun‘s Shameless Commerce has anything to do with it. Read all about it after the jump.
The Sun keeps up the classic Ivy League illusion of all the fine things in the right places. In the same way that Coulter builds an argument—to use a generous word—about the “plastic Ivy,” Shameless Commerce’s Leigha Kemmett writes weekly product reviews that ask the question, “Does a higher price tag really mean a better product?” Now given the tough economy and all this might be a relatively useful little snippet, especially for Ann Coulter’s going-nowhere sect of Cornellians.
Let’s remember that word: plastic. Sure, the honest comparison between some everyday goods like notebooks holds up for college kids. But comparing a $25 steak to a $66 one isn’t really helping students out is it? How about those $860 stilettos? (They look slutty, btw.) Oh, cheers for the review on $45 macaroni and cheese that went along with those shoes. The credit crisis is for poor people after all.
While IvyGate is here to stroke the snobbery tradition for all it’s worth, there’s a certain amount of elitist masturbation that even we don’t want to watch. Here’s to you Ag School students and alums. May you continue to play hockey like gods and figure out ways better ways to feed the poor—and the rich. And do overcharge the latter for the “highest grade” beef and cheese.