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I believe in having fun with all parts of our lives. So do the folks behind Heeb Magazine who have managed to piss off some officials at Brandeis University. Angela from Heeb followed up with Brandeis after sending them a media kit:
“Hi, [name deleted], it's Angela from Heeb. How are you?”
"Good, Angela. Thanks.”
“Did you get the media kit I sent?”
“I can tell you right now that Brandeis would not be interested. The material is extremely offensive.”
“We're not about offending. The name Heeb is about embracing the epithet and turning it into something positive. Furthermore, the editorial content is outstanding.”
“Everyone in my office was offended. We can't believe that trash is on paper. The name, the pictures, the articles. Even the publicity clips you sent with it. We were horrified. You want to know what's wrong with your magazine? Everything between the covers is what's wrong with it. And the covers themselves.”
(So at this point, everything in me knows that the deal is blown and it doesn't really matter what I say at this point, as long as the chick doesn't sue us. she doesn't really have the capacity to get us blacklisted, right? So fuck her, shiksa bitch. I'm ready to start yelling at her about the stick up her ass and the perpetuation of bullshit myths, blah blah. I want to put this woman's head on a stick at 9:20 in the morning and ruin her fucking day. I want to shake her up so bad she spills her coffee on her plus-sized rayon suit. But it's not happening. I'm too old, too grown up for this. So the conversation continues like this:)
“[name deleted], I'm terribly sorry that I misjudged Brandeis' interests. I'm sorry that you see our irreverence and unconventionalism as offensive.”
“Thank you, Angela. Goodbye.” And then I went into the bathroom and got sick. 4:02:46 PM 
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