"you know how it is"

Someone told us once that graduate school would be six years of
incredibly glamorous people, fine food, and black-tie galas. What a
bunch of bull. Instead of fine food we get dinosaur shepherd's pie at
the HGS dining hall; instead of black-tie galas we're brown-bagging it
with Harold Bloom on the New Haven Green, and as for the glamorous
people, well ... if either one of us sees another black turtleneck and
ill-fitting corduroys combo, we're just picking up the whole operation
and moving to the French Riviera to find ourselves some trophy
husbands.

--invitation to a "fancy dress up party"