http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/02/fashion/02love.html
She had been my sorority sister, and not just any sorority sister, but one who had played a leading role in the unraveling of my young life. During rush week, she had interrogated me about my parents’ home and father’s profession, inexplicably wincing when I said “dentist.” She also was among the girls I found in my room one afternoon, rubbing my pearl necklace against her teeth to determine its (and presumably my) authenticity.
Great article...I love it.
-Rudey
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