Princeton, the Worst School on Earth (Part 38 in a Series)

I was fairly sure that the worst advice in the world is to marry someone who went to Princeton. But nope, turns out the worst advice in the world is to “Find a husband on campus before you graduate.” At Princeton. So you can be married to a hideous moron for the rest of your life, or at least a couple of years. Thanks for sharing, class of ‘77.