Skip to comments.Ain't No Party Like an HBS (cross-dressing) Party
Posted on 09/06/2008 2:24:39 PM PDT by MIT-Elephant
The economy's in the toilet, but at Harvard Business School, the tycoons of tomorrow have different concerns. Like finding the perfect getup for the big cross-dressing bash, and fitting in a little learning amid the nonstop schmoozing and boozing.
The sound system at the Fort Point Channel warehouse is blasting power ballads on a Friday night in October, and the future titans of industry are wasted. This is understandable, because the future titans of industry are wearing pink feather boas, fishnets, and amateurishly stuffed bras. It's the night of Harvard Business School's Priscilla Ball, an annual rite that calls for the men to dress up like women, and the women to dress up like whores. There are some variations among the sea of cross-dressers: French maids and cheerleaders, uniformed schoolgirls and Hooters waitresses. But there are more constants: botched mascara applications, abbreviated swatches of skirt over hairy legs. And frantic attempts to slam as many Jack-and-Cokes as necessary to make the outfits bearable.
Throughout the night, the studentsmany of whom have never set foot inside a public school of any kindbehave in a manner that would no doubt win respect from their counterparts at some of this country's harder-partying institutions of higher learning. Former Marines, men who not long ago might have led platoons into war, are clad in tiny orange shorts. They mingle with international students who first set foot in the United States three months ago but have quickly realized the need to acquire cheap Marilyn wigs and 5-inch heels for "networking" purposes. The ball passes in a blur of Journey scream-alongs, public vomiting, and at least one brush with the law, when police officers confront a student and his wife who, after losing their keys, attempt to break into their second-floor apartment back in Cambridge.
And so it goes on this, just another night out at Harvard Business School. (Mission: "We educate leaders who make a difference in the world.")
They could save on tuition and just move to Hollywood.
(HELP! Who was it that said something to the effect of, "Hollywood turns its men into women and its women into whores"?)
Once again our tax dollars at work.
Ah, bright college days.
As a graduate of HBS, I’d never heard of the Priscilla Ball. Let’s face it, the article says “with the economy in the toilet,” a statement that isn’t true, so I assumed the bit about the ball being an annual event was just as specious.
Apparently, it’s a real event held by the Aussie & Kiwi club at HBS and is named for the 1994 Australian movie The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
A one-sentence description of the movie’s plot is “two drag queens and a transsexual get a cabaret gig in the middle of the [Australian] desert.”
Wanna bet that in some Obama for President office, right now, a DVD of that movie is playing?