Margaret Atwood Wants you to Find a Sugar Grandaddy
Every girl at Northwestern is looking for a sugar daddy. They want to stand outside Kellogg and find their ticket to a lifetime of sponsored soul cycle and afternoon teas. This thinking is completely unacceptable. To all those girls, you need to reach higher, and expect more for yourself. Clearly, this means marring an ancient millionaire on the brink of death who will leave you his fortune. When you’re still young and beautiful don’t risk your future with an uncertainty still in college. You want to find stability - in other words - a sugar grandaddy.
This is obviously the message of this year’s One Book Selection, The Handmaid’s Tale. Margaret Atwood’s dystopian Gilead shows only men have power and old ones like the commander have the most of it. Men age like fine wine; they are worth more the wrinklier and uglier they get. But women age like bottles of vodka at a Bobb pre-game. The more it’s passed around and the more people drink from it, the less attractive it gets. So freshman girls listen up: university isn’t about getting an education but about finding a husband.
How can you trap a man? Stand beside the most expensive car off campus and marry whoever turns up. You, like the car, depreciates by the second. Yes most of the time these old men already have wives and you would be the other woman, but remember in the novel, Offred (aka handmaid aka side chick) is actually taking one for the team. She is easing the burden of childbirth off the commander’s main hoe. This is a prime example of women supporting women. Feminist icon Gretchen Wieners would agree.
When I told my high school university counsellor my life goal, he asked me “don’t you want to break the glass ceiling?” If this glass ceiling is keeping out the rain of financial burdens while letting in the sunlight of peace, relaxation, and the weekly ladies luncheons, I hope that ceiling is bulletproof.
Not long ago women were basically given to their husbands, but now I have the option to live my full potential as a trophy (debatable) wife. I call this progress. One Book, One Northwestern, One last chance before your ovaries expire and you’re sent to the colonies. Get to work ladies.










