This is just silly. Both my husband and I are Ivy league grads and I can tell you with confidence that neither of us set out to pursue the attention of a fellow "Ivy leaguer"...it just happened this way. I think by the very fact that you are so intent on this- it will not happen. Murphy's Law.

When you are not looking..then there might be a chance. But I can by the same token assure that any Harvard man worth his crimson sweatshirt can smell the lack of authenticity a mile away and it sounds like your are so in pursuit of this hunt that you might in the process lose a really great guy who might not have gone to Harvard. You are too busy looking up at the sky instead of smelling the flowers my dear.

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Anonymous wrote:A lot of Ivy-League women are gold-diggers. My cousin went to Brown and her chief goal was to get a husband out of it. Too bad nobody at Brown wanted to get serious. She went through a string of increasingly unimpressive guys trying to find someone with money to put a ring on it before she graduated. Nothing doing. She moved to Boston to get a fake job and found a Harvard man within a year.

Now she is doing what she always dreamed of: her nails.

So you have ONE gold-digger cousin who went to Brown and that convinced you that a "lot" of Ivy League women are there just for rich husbands?

I have more stories. Do you want to hear them? I grew up in a snotty town and went to a snotty prep school, I have stories coming out of my ears.

Also, I'm a state school graduate who is unmarried, female, and loves her career. Just trying to keep the perspective balanced.

Anonymous wrote:A lot of Ivy-League women are gold-diggers. My cousin went to Brown and her chief goal was to get a husband out of it. Too bad nobody at Brown wanted to get serious. She went through a string of increasingly unimpressive guys trying to find someone with money to put a ring on it before she graduated. Nothing doing. She moved to Boston to get a fake job and found a Harvard man within a year.

Now she is doing what she always dreamed of: her nails.

So you have ONE gold-digger cousin who went to Brown and that convinced you that a "lot" of Ivy League women are there just for rich husbands?

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Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP, what would happen if you found this Harvard man, get married, then a few years down the road he decides his days of commuting and sitting behind a desk all day are over.

Mr. Harvard announces he is forsaking Big Gig and settling on a large farm, gonna live off the land. He gets a tractor, some chickens, goats, sheep, pigs, and cows and goes at it.

You observe Mr. Harvard is no longer the pinch-faced, stressed out man you are accustomed to but a happy, smiling, guy who has found something he is truly happy doing.

He trades in the BMW for a pick-up truck, trades in his Gucci shoes and suit for a pair of work boots and bib-overalls.

He is still smart and all the bills are paid but he has decided, kind of like in Green Acres, that city life isn't for him.

Will you still stay married to him, knowing he is smart and educated, and that he is able to provide for the family, or will you dump him because the fantasy Cinderella life you have in your mind is no longer valid.

Will you shovel the manure for him? Will you get up at the crack of dawn and milk cows with him?

Or will you hoist your Gold Digger flag and sail away?

Holy cow s***t! I am this very man! For myself a nice herd of beef cattle up in Central Pa. (Leased some of my land for drilling shale gas)' love my truck, my wife, outdoor life! Kids up,at the crack o'dawn 'fore school,to get them chores done and I still do a little bit o' lawyerin' on the side! Shoulda seen how them gas boys reacted to this HLS farmer who could run circles around their god**mned contract. Worked with my neighbors on theirs too. We're all makin' a fine bounty off a Mother Earth and couldn't be happier! Oh, and I have a pick up truck with a gun rack and we do deer season with my Dad and my boys!

I keep begging my HBS DH to do this! (minus the fracking nonsense)

Maybe in a few more years we can swing a semi-retirement to make it work.

Oh, I am not retired. I'm 47 years old. My brother and I are putting together a services company to support the gas drillers while also running the farm. We are long-time Pennsylvsnians ready to contribute to the region's industrial renaissance. Love getting my hands dirty.

A lot of Ivy-League women are gold-diggers. My cousin went to Brown and her chief goal was to get a husband out of it. Too bad nobody at Brown wanted to get serious. She went through a string of increasingly unimpressive guys trying to find someone with money to put a ring on it before she graduated. Nothing doing. She moved to Boston to get a fake job and found a Harvard man within a year.

Now she is doing what she always dreamed of: her nails.

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I think Op went to a no name LAC outside of new England.

not defending the OP but there are a lot of LACs outside new england that are as amazing as Amherst and Swarthmore. It doesn't sound like OP went to those kind of LACs but I will defend non-east coast schools to the death!

Anonymous wrote:Aarrgh. Also this:

In an interview with New York magazine, Patton said that she had recently finalized her divorce after 27 years of marriage to a man who did not attend her beloved alma mater.

'He went to a school of almost no name recognition,' she said, 'a school that nobody has respect for, including him, really.'

Dude this Princeton bitch is the OP isn't she?

I think Op went to a no name LAC outside of new England.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:OP, what would happen if you found this Harvard man, get married, then a few years down the road he decides his days of commuting and sitting behind a desk all day are over.

Mr. Harvard announces he is forsaking Big Gig and settling on a large farm, gonna live off the land. He gets a tractor, some chickens, goats, sheep, pigs, and cows and goes at it.

You observe Mr. Harvard is no longer the pinch-faced, stressed out man you are accustomed to but a happy, smiling, guy who has found something he is truly happy doing.

He trades in the BMW for a pick-up truck, trades in his Gucci shoes and suit for a pair of work boots and bib-overalls.

He is still smart and all the bills are paid but he has decided, kind of like in Green Acres, that city life isn't for him.

Will you still stay married to him, knowing he is smart and educated, and that he is able to provide for the family, or will you dump him because the fantasy Cinderella life you have in your mind is no longer valid.

Will you shovel the manure for him? Will you get up at the crack of dawn and milk cows with him?

Or will you hoist your Gold Digger flag and sail away?

Holy cow s***t! I am this very man! For myself a nice herd of beef cattle up in Central Pa. (Leased some of my land for drilling shale gas)' love my truck, my wife, outdoor life! Kids up,at the crack o'dawn 'fore school,to get them chores done and I still do a little bit o' lawyerin' on the side! Shoulda seen how them gas boys reacted to this HLS farmer who could run circles around their god**mned contract. Worked with my neighbors on theirs too. We're all makin' a fine bounty off a Mother Earth and couldn't be happier! Oh, and I have a pick up truck with a gun rack and we do deer season with my Dad and my boys!

I keep begging my HBS DH to do this! (minus the fracking nonsense)

Maybe in a few more years we can swing a semi-retirement to make it work.

Aarrgh. Also this:

In an interview with New York magazine, Patton said that she had recently finalized her divorce after 27 years of marriage to a man who did not attend her beloved alma mater.

'He went to a school of almost no name recognition,' she said, 'a school that nobody has respect for, including him, really.'

Dude this Princeton bitch is the OP isn't she?

'As Princeton women, we have almost priced ourselves out of the market. Simply put, there is a very limited population of men who are as smart or smarter than we are,' the Tiger Mother asserts.

There is so much wrong with this that I don't even know where to start.

Thanks to 14:08 for printing "Princeton Mom". Wow. I haven't heard of an attitude like that since I visited the BYU girls' dorms.

Anonymous wrote:I've been to the K-School and HBS for conferences. K-School is literally ghetto in comparison, their coffee machines don't even work properly. WTF Harvard.

There are huge differences within Harvard. I studied at FAS. All the programs there are extremely competitive, but the amenities suck big time.

I've been to the K-School and HBS for conferences. K-School is literally ghetto in comparison, their coffee machines don't even work properly. WTF Harvard.

Anonymous wrote:What the hell is Simmons Mattress? I'm really curious now!

Just another way guys degrade women. They call it that because it is a women's school and they think that the women are just willing to sleep with anyone. Jerky guys love to give women and their schools insulting nicknames.

this is a truly hilarious yet disturbing thread.

to the OP - you may already in the Boston area but in case you're still here in DC, let me offer a couple of thoughts -

lots of Harvard grads (from all the schools) in DC. I work with many, many Harvard grads - some from HLS, a few from HBS and many from K-school. I also work many grads from Princeton, Yale, LSE, Chicago and many other notable institutions. I'm not an alum, but I'm their boss. There are couple of recent H grads who we'll let go next year - though they are certainly book smart, they can't cut it in the real business world.

I've had younger women in my company ask me where I went to school and how I got my level (they are digging for a BF/husband and the interest has gotten stronger since I re-entered the dating scene recently) - and they are just astounded when I tell them (undergrad and grad) and the hammering and embarrassment that ensues is actually quite pleasurable to witness.

only you know what you want. I'm telling you, any successful man can smell superficiality coming from a mile away. you may not land your dream relationship but you may very well end up getting used as guys have no problem feeding a woman every line of BS to get into her pants.

if you're digging for a diploma to put on the wall, best of luck. if you want something real, who gives a shit where someone went to school. what matters is what you do with the tools and gifts (education) you've received.

- a very successful, good-looking, non-Ivy League grad with a job and life that many envy.