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So, that’s my two cents on whore—er, wisdom teeth! They’re a pain in the rear, but I reckon they keep me busy. What y’all think? Ever had a run-in with them pesky critters? Tell yer ol’ pal Dolly—I’m all ears, big hair and all!

How the Madonna-Whore Complex Affects Men's and Women's Mental Health

I went to Cornell and disagree. Never saw “prestige whoring” and definitely never met anyone insecure about our “standing” in the Ivy League. Maybe some freshman think that way but .

Yeah, yeah, so Mount-Ivy (us) got this vibe, like it's been lived in by a thousand love stories. Every corner's got a secret, a whispered fantasy. The local park, Squirrel's Hollow, is always a riot in early morning fog. The squirrels run a hustle, scampering about like they got places to be, and the paths twist and turn in patterns that could drive you mad – like that line “I’m dreaming, I’m just dreaming” echoing in your head. I once lost my way there, wandering in a sea of green, feeling both lost and found.

The Ivy League Factory: Northfield Mount Hermon proof some prep schools are more than just hoops