There is a certain je ne sais quoi in epistolary wank
The letters section of my university newspaper is wanktastic. Lately, the neverending flamewar over gay marriage has somewhat cooled down, and has given way to a lively discussion of the recent trend of wearing polo shirts collar-up.

It started on September 30th with a letter (no longer online) that said, apparently, that people who wear their collars up are "immature, absurd, and stupid."

Over a week later, more wank appeared, and it's still going.

Someone disagrees: "Every time I walk past a kid with his collar down, I think 'Damn, he must be poor.'"

Another person is more politic: "Did your mother not teach you everybody in this world is unique and has his own way of expressing himself? Anyway, how dare you judge others for choosing to be different."

The opinion columnist weighs in: "There's a reason why this trend took place in the '80s, it sucks."

A few days later, there is a hysterical attempt at sarcasm. At least, I think it's sarcasm.

"Follow the crowd Chuck, and keep partying with the COOL people. That will save us the atrocity that is your presence."

Bryn comes out as a collar-popper: "Finally, I have admitted that I wear my collar up, but I have never claimed that I am cooler than another guy. Your assumption that popping your collar and drinking beer makes you cool is comic."

The name of Dr. Seuss is invoked.

And today's letter: You are not a unique snowflake!

And there it ends, for now. I'm trying to decide whether to giggle maniacally, or to headdesk.