The Origins of 'So Much Autism'

The Harvard Lampoon is not a particularly funny publication, but it has it's moments of brilliance, despite a strange fondness for feces. In particularly, the following episode wriggles it's way into you brain and lays there, furtively, with the patient opportunism of post-teen acne. Then, in the space between thoughts, or any time someone says "so much", it erupts into your mind with the force of a religious commandment. As you sit on the public toilet, or try to sleep in math class, or converse about autism, you spew forth a random chuckle that convinces the people around you that you are, indeed, as unstable as you look:

America's Next Top Model

Tyra Banks: Two beautiful, beautiful girls stand in front of me. But I only have one picture in my hands. And that picture represents the girl who will continue in the running to become America's Next Top Model.

We have Emily, the girl who doesn't take good pictures and is awkward in person, but has so much heart and so much autism. So Much
And then there's Ashley, the girl with near-professional modeling skills but little-to-no-autism.
[pulls out picture of girl]
Emily, you are still in the running towards becoming America's Next Top Model.

Ashley: [uncontrollably crying]

Emily: [continues to stack blocks in the corner]

CRS. Harvard Lampoon, Dec 2007

And that is the story of how the zebra got it's stripes, and this blog got it's name.

However, as our readership has grown, we've come to appreciate that others might see this blog title as insensitive, and we have slowly come around to the light (no, not that light. Jesus still hates us.) However, no longer does this merely refer to the particular character of Dusty, Bollo, and me, which can only politely be called 'mildly autistic'-- it is also an indictment of a flawed society in which thousands upon thousands of children must by falsely diagnosed with a serious physiological disorder in order to receive the assistence from the public school system that these learning-disabled children need. It is an bitter call to arms for a gangrenous society in which there need by so much autism.

I'm only half joking.
Okay, three-quarters. But one ventricle of my heart still bleeds like an inbred, autistic British prince with hemophilia.

-FT