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<p>Amen. There’s a strange outpost of bros here, it’s really quite perplexing. I had seen nary a popped collar before I went to Carleton and now I see one… oh, maybe once a week. I never expected that. They seem to roam in disconsolate packs, generally *****faced and be-poloed (a “brohaha”). </p>
<p>Although, not every athlete is a bro and not every bro is bad, obviously. I’m friends with a football player or two, hang out with a fair number of track people, am on “hello-how-are-you” terms with both male and female Ultimate team members, and am dating a guy on the golf team. All of these are activities that tend to attract broskis, but in my experience, athletes in general are not so genuinely brotastic that they will not associate with a person as unabashedly nerdy and physically inept as myself. And I am not so nerdy that I cringe at the prospect of being friends them either. </p>
<p>My relationship is actually a pretty good example of the good will between the outwardly bro-ish and apparently academic, as he has his broments communing with keg stands and I am given to wearing librarian glasses… When it comes down to it, though, he can wax poetic about quantum chemistry as well as down a beer and I am liable to dirty dance with great drunken abandon as well as expound on the Burned Over District. So, eh. </p>
<p>For what it’s worth I’ve only encountered a few bros who live up to the excesses of the stereotype-- crass, perpetually drunk, misogynistic, overprivileged, etc, etc. Yes, they are awful. But they also generally hate it here. </p>
<p>YMMV.</p>