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One of the things I’ve always loved most about Princeton is the way in which conversations here can flow so smoothly from a discussion of presidential hopefuls and political climate to Paris Hilton’s foray into pop music. On the whole, I think we strike the balance nicely with friends at our dinner tables or over late meal. But throw us in front of our less intimate acquaintances, parents or a general public, and we lose that ease and comfort with our decisions. Through no fault of our own, we feel that we — as students or as adults — ought not to enjoy the less impressive examples of pop culture, television or movies.




