Editor’s Note: DEFINITELY NOT including how hard it is to transfer, how hard it is to incorporate a decade of content into a redesign, the fact that Women’s Ivy is confusing to me so I can’t write it, and how much it costs to host.
It’s coming up on a year. I LOVE THIS WORK. I have met some really cool people (our advertisers are very, very nice people, I think that the venue vetted them a little and acts like a filter so if you like Ivy you are gonna be nice anyway but still). I’ve learned a ton about Ivy. And how to work with other writers (it isn’t as easy as you think), digital image compression, keywording – you name it. I get to wear clothes I would wear anyway, and I get to try to be funny.
In the course of this year, we have QUADRUPLED the site’s monthly traffic (unique readers), we have boomed on FB to the point where our engagement rate is higher than GQ and Esquire’s combined. We’ve redesigned the logo and the site (you will see it soon, promise), we have maintained the involvement of iconic Ivy figures (G. Bruce Boyer, Richard Press) and we are starting a podcast, Instagram, and an expanded LifeStyle section. We even have an ex post facto proofreader. It has been fun and the future looks so bright I have to wear Ray Bans.
There’s only one thing that still bothers me. I have learned to let go of comments that confuse me or are just plain wrong. We have had fun debating and disagreeing, and we have opened the doors a bit to new ways of breathing the air for our style. Still.
I posted, early on, one picture from Wedding Crashers. I said in the caption that it is the funniest movie ever made. And it is. Caddyshack is second. Animal House is ok (it is kind of the same joke after a while). When I posted that, I expected some disagreement about what the funniest movie ever made was. But one guy (remember, this was back before it was okay to write about anything other than jazz and an oxford) wrote: What does Wedding Crashers have to do with Ivy?
Are you kidding me? You’re kidding, right? I didn’t answer then because I was getting my sea legs. But I have them now brother. The funniest movie ever made is also one of the Iviest movies ever made. I preach a lot about the practice of dignity, so I am not going to call you out, oh What-Does-Wedding-Crashers-Have-To-Do-With-Ivy reader, but you know who you are.
Let us begin.
I will build the case. First, Bradley Cooper in a rugby shirt, for a solid five minutes of the movie.
Cooper leads most of the Ivy charge here. But he is not alone. I present to you, outside of Rodney Dangerfield (funnier character in a not-as-funny Caddyshack, I said it, yes I did)…
Oh wait, that’s not enough? Vince Vaughan in GTH pants is not enough? I am taking a boxing workout class on Tuesday with Julie. She is a remarkable boxer. Remarkable. She is teaching me combinations. Here. Cooper in rugby = jab. Cooper in Rugby with Vaughan in GTH = hook. This is the uppercut.
Wedding Crashers came out in 2005, when Brooks Brothers was in that phase when it realized it was taking water but thought it could borrow its way out of the boat. Still, if you were amongst the faithful a decade and a half ago, you recognize this:
Wedding Crashers is 1 hour and 59 minutes. Cooper is either in a rugby or Brooks for at least half of it. But then, the deep cut:
I love this man as an actor so much I don’t even say his name. But. Here he is in an ECRUOCBD (I fixed that ’cause Mitchell pointed it out and he was right… I am not so sure ECRUOCBD is a thing, but it is now).
This actor is Keir O’Donnell. Look at his jacket:
As a guy who makes a living in part posting pictures of himself that I know my grandchildren are gonna see (including the Burtonian Fat Phase), I have a particular sensitivity about bad pictures of one’s self. This isn’t Ivy but to balance out the kharma here:
If you have seen the movie, by now you are in full agreement. If you haven’t seen the movie, it is a gift. Go see the movie. But I make one more point. And it is a huge one.
Wedding Crashers answers the question for me: What is Women’s Ivy? You ask me what is Women’s Ivy, I say Wedding Crashers. Here.
There. The itch has been scratched, we can move the site now with a clean slate.