There are times in life when I feel like a title, an official moniker of some sort, is more lust after than the actual salary increase or responsibilities that come with it. I guess I started to draw this conclusion after I became the ” Managing Editor” of my school newspaper, which I had mixed feelings about. That is, I had mixed feelings about walking around calling myself that title, not about the position itself. There is something fundamentally off about me that does not allow me to derive any sort of pleasure(sometimes quite deserved) from official positions of this sort. I know many an earnest young student, the Hillary Clinton types I call them, who have no qualms about slapping the title right in your face. Sometimes I feel like they would be fine with a giant Mike Tyson-esque facial tattoo saying so. But why should I sit high and mighty drinking out of fine glassware criticizing them, that’s a job for the aristocrats. 

—Steven P.