Don't F Your L Away

It would seem from the image on the right, taken in a study cubicle in Huntsman Hall, that some sad soul has reached his business breaking point. Sure, we’ve embraced Huntsman vandalism before. But scrawling “FML” in a number-2 pencil just doesn’t make the cut. Instead it leads us to the following rant.

If one were to derive an fmylife.com-worthy statement from this graffiti, it would probably be “So I have an OPIM group project due tomorrow, and of course I ended up in the only non-Whartonite group, meaning I actually have to do work. Not to mention that the economy has kept me from getting the 9-5 (AM) I-Banking job that I’ve dreamed of since kindergarten, so I might not even get to live in an NYU dorm this summer. FML!” Sure, it’s speculation, but the social deviant left it open to interpretation for a reason.

It is really no surprise that a phrase like FML has caught on at Penn, where “stressed” has replaced “good” as a generic answer to “how are you?”, competitions regarding level of sleep deprivation and number of midterms in a week are commonplace, and the inability to find a prestigious internship clashes constantly with a sense of Ivy League entitlement. Maybe if everyone could quit making statements that begged to end in “FML”, moods would lift and the acronymic fucking of lives would be reserved for those who really need it.

To aid in the process, we here at UTB have created a new and improved acronym, LML (Love My Life)*. For example, if the aforementioned vandal were to try it out, he might write, “I go to one of the best business schools in the country, my project grade doesn’t matter because no one even knows what OPIM is or if it's real, and working as a waiter would do great things for my terrible attitude. LML!”

So come on, take it for a spin. All of the positive kids are doing it.

*Warning: Intended for non-ironic purposes only. Do not operate PennLink while under its influence.