This looks like fat, it sounds like fat, and it even smells and tastes like fat. It exists because colleges and universities are afraid of being called racist for dropping fun celebrations in favor of academic programming – or maybe there’s a federal funding string attached here and there. One may surmise so many folks still run around with white sheets over their heads, an organized body painting effort will set things straight.
Oh, by the way, I’m largely Polish, so I’ll go eat some sausage, put on an apron and a funny hat, and do my circle dances now.
