Sloshed.

If I were to ever write another book, it would be about college. I won’t get any more specific than that—idea poachers and all—except to say it would be a far fuller picture of the entire student experience than a “year in the life of a sorority” book. Teaching and learning and all that important stuff. Which might be my mistake, judging from some accounts revealed recently on the Smoking Gun, which detail the depraved and appalling behavior at sorority formals. Public sex and other activities too vile for the Educated Reporter to mention here: How could that not sell?

But seriously. How could you write about what college means and possibly ignore that sort of stuff? How could you talk about completion and accountability without acknowledging that for some students, access to alcohol is more pressing than access to any sort of meaningful academic experience?