Dr. Howard K. Smith, PhD (Philosophy, Harvard, ’72) groaned audibly. He hated his Department Chair. The Chair had placed that filthy little slut in his class intentionally. It would drive him mad. She’d taken her first test. He now had to grade it. He opened the examination booklet and read the first line.

“I don’t think that someone’s mind should have a problem with their body. I mean we all know that our jeans control how our body looks anyway.”

Dr. Smith then, for the first time in years, prayed to a God he doubted existed for strength.