Kitsch Magazine: Fall 2015
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DEPENDENCE<br />
a college student’s complicated relationship with coffee<br />
by Zoe Ferguson<br />
The collective relationship Americans have with<br />
caffeine is a kind of polymorphous perversion. Though caffeine<br />
is a drug, and people overdose on it just like any other drug,<br />
coffee has saturated our collective consciousness to such<br />
a degree that to dislike coffee is almost akin to being un-<br />
American.<br />
What does it mean to be a coffee drinker? First, let’s<br />
consider what it means to not be a coffee drinker. If I don’t<br />
drink at least one cup a day, I can never live up to the ideals<br />
of my biggest role models. Most notably, the four role models<br />
who raised me: my mother, my father, and Lorelai and Rory<br />
Gilmore have a passion for coffee at all times of the day<br />
and night that seemed to fuel their ability to pull off weird<br />
outfits and hilarious quips. When I was 12 years old, my dad<br />
noticed my increasing inability to get up in time for school and<br />
decided I was probably “a coffee person.” This characterization<br />
made me feel validated, like I had been initiated into a way of<br />
life, or a very unsociable fraternity. Now that I drank coffee to<br />
get things done, I could be just like Mom and Dad, who slept<br />
at odd hours and caffeinated all day and in the middle of the<br />
night. Having coffee in the morning became an act of selfvalidation:<br />
if I drank this, I was officially in The Adult Club. It<br />
set me apart from my younger siblings and my seventh-grade<br />
classmates. When I couldn’t focus on a test in geometry class,<br />
I remember thinking, That’s the last time I skip coffee in the<br />
morning. In the spring of seventh grade, I had to give it up for<br />
a mandatory three-day class camping trip, and I experienced<br />
withdrawal headaches and sickness.<br />
In high school, I didn’t caffeinate as much. I found more<br />
energy (and solace) in food, so I got high—and crashed—on<br />
carbs and sugar. It all went downhill in college. While it’s true<br />
that coming to Cornell was a great move for many reasons—<br />
friends, learning, gorges, etc.—in other ways, it doomed me<br />
to an existence of wavering dependence on and a strange<br />
existential attachment to the drink. I place part of the blame<br />
on Cornell’s coffee card program, which allows you to get a<br />
art by Julia Pearson<br />
free drink after 10 cups, but Collegetown’s plethora of coffee<br />
shops doesn’t exactly help either. What’s a girl to do when she<br />
passes Starbucks, Collegetown Bagels, and now Dunkin’ Donuts<br />
on the way to class?<br />
The whole university system seems to be enabling<br />
caffeine dependence. It prioritizes independent individuals. Yes,<br />
it’s cool to have friends, but what’s really cool is being a selfmade<br />
person in America. That’s what this country is all about.<br />
But for many, being a student at a highly competitive university<br />
also means being dependent on something—and if it’s not<br />
drugs or alcohol, it’s probably caffeine. Being a caffeine addict<br />
is part of the canonical life of the college student. Staying<br />
up all night in the library stacks is even easier with Libe Café<br />
serving coffee until midnight every weeknight. Independence<br />
is a function of how much energy you can muster up every<br />
day, and that energy is facilitated by a daily caffeine dose. In<br />
an environment where everything else is shifting—friends and<br />
relationships come and go, jobs and classes are fluid, even<br />
living situations are often in limbo—coffee becomes the friend<br />
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