Fast Times at Statler High
I harbor an intense secret under-the-covers-with-a-flashlight love for all kinds of semi-embarrassing literature: self-help books geared toward the twentysomething woman, The Baby-Sitter’s Club, various New York socialite gossip blogs and even the nutrition facts on the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spray (zero! everything! amazing!). While the last item on that list is probably a guilty pleasure I can claim as my very own, I’m certain that there are plenty of Cornellians out there who indulge in the occasional tabloid just like I do.