When the Body Begins to Fall Apart on the Academic Stage

I used to teach at a college attached to a Benedictine monastery, and though I never quite understood how anyone could find happiness in the monastic life (bad food, no sex), my religious colleagues inspired my envy for one reason: They could wear robes to work. Black robes, under which they wore old jeans or sweatpants or even their pajamas -- I gauged this from the two inches of leg exposed below the hem. While the

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