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Yet in the twenty-nine years between its inaugural issue and my own fumbling attempts to breach the castle walls, these outsidersвЂ™ inside jokes had become the lingua franca of the educated classes.

Or, as I once read in an interview with an Onion writer speaking about the makeup of its staff - the closest thing we have to the National Lampoon in its heyday - theyвЂ™re the guys who are outside the party, making fun of the guy inside telling jokes.ДЄt its peak, the NL produced some of the bleakest and most controlled furious humor in American letters. The funny guys who are diffident become comedy writers. The funny guys and girls who are confident (it was dawning on me, there at that orientation) are the ones who hold court at parties. Underscoring this fixation was a deep-seated inferiority complex. The targets they vengefully skewered were usually social microcosms, high school and college very much included. The writers who had gone on from Harvard to make their mark at the National Lampoon - the people whose cinematic offerings IвЂ™d consumed throughout my childhood, and whose casting of Beverly DвЂ™Angelo and Christie Brinkley in the first вЂњVacationвЂќ film surely had a profound impact on my adolescent sexuality - were outsiders at Harvard and outcasts in high school. People rarely become conspicuously funny because theyвЂ™re satisfied with themselves. I mean, look what we look like.вЂќ He may or may not have had a point - they were, indeed, in the archetypal comedy writerвЂ™s schlubby getup - but these two moments, in their ironizing and even lacerating self-consciousness, served notice as well as anything in the magazine itself for the kinds of deeper drives that turn ordinary mortals into Lampooners. Soon after, another writer observed, вЂњSome people think weвЂ™re exclusive or snobbyвЂ¦But weвЂ™re not. вЂњA phonograph player,вЂќ he said as he laughed. At one point he made accidental reference to вЂњa phonograph player.вЂќ He caught his minor error (he meant, simply, a вЂњphonographвЂќ a phonograph is already a вЂњplayer,вЂќ so вЂњphonograph playerвЂќ is right up there with вЂњATM machineвЂќ for redundancy). One upperclassman described the style of the humor pieces the Lampoon hopefuls - mostly nerdy white males - would have to write to come aboard. I attended an orientation session in the Lampoon Castle, a stout, puckish building opened in 1909 that resembles a human face in a helmet. More importantly, it would bring me into contact with the culture that had birthed the vaunted National Lampoon ( NL), whose dominant run of comedic films in the late вЂ™70s and вЂ™80s, from Animal House to the National LampoonвЂ™s вЂњVacationвЂќ series, was responsible for a high percentage of the catchphrases heard in my youth. It seemed to me that joining a 123-year-old publication that counted John Updike, George Plimpton, and Robert Benchley among its alumni would put me on that path.

I had a yearning to write satire, but hadnвЂ™t yet approached it in any disciplined fashion. In any case, the wit and intellect of the Lampoon had consistently impressed me in the meantime. It was only my third semester in Cambridge the fact that IвЂ™d transferred in as a sophomore may mitigate - slightly - the inescapable annoyingness of stating I went to Harvard. (Or, as the rivalrous Harvard Crimson newspaper habitually refers to it, вЂњa semi-secret Sorrento Square social organization that used to occasionally publish a so-called humor magazine.вЂќ Repressed striving and insecurity, with a split infinitive!) In the fall of 1999, my junior year, I decided to try out - in the Harvard parlance, to вЂњcomp,вЂќ short for either вЂњcompete вЂќ or вЂњcompetence,вЂќ an abbreviation that neatly captures the atmosphere of repressed striving and insecurity on campus - for my collegeвЂ™s quasi-bimonthly humor magazine, The Harvard Lampoon.

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