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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
WE DON'T NEED NO STINKIN' DECORUM!
My mother went to Wellesley, so this Page Six tidbit caught my eye. Of course, she went a few decades before Her Royal C enrolled, and, I dare say, things had changed a bit in the interim. But what a sad come-down from the once-august institution, where only the best were admitted. Oh, Lord, do I sound like my mother or what!
WELLESLEY College hasn't decided whether or not to cancel next year's "Dyke Ball," even after 11 co-eds who got drunk before the cross-dress fest sponsored by a lesbian, transgendered and bisexual group ended up in the emergency room the other night. The ball, a popular tradition at the women's college in which female partygoers wear Saran Wrap and corsets and men are clad as drag queens or in skimpy thongs, also turned into a boozy bacchanal last year, when a dozen students were hospitalized. Wellesley spokeswoman Mary Ann Hill told us, "We obviously take the incident very seriously, but we haven't made any decision about next year at this point." She added, "The party itself was an alcohol-free event. It was a very in-control party." College officials tried to encourage sobriety by sending pizzas and hot chocolate to dorms and pushing an alcohol awareness campaign that began after last year's party.