After the alcohol policy’s resounding victory, we’re moving onto a new category: Georgetown alumni. Whose diploma do you wish Georgetown would take back and tear to shreds? We’ll keep the polls open for your votes until next week, when we’ll tackle a new category. Ultimately, you’ll choose the worst move ever made by Georgetown.
Jennifer Altemus (COL ’88)
Remember that time that Hogwarts conferred a wizardry degree upon Tom Riddle, and he subsequently became the evil Lord Voldemort and his alma mater’s greatest mortal enemy?
This is kind of like that.
In 1988, Jennifer Altemus graduated from the Georgetown College, and now, she has returned to the neighborhood to wreak havoc on student life via a robust campaign from the Citizens Association of Georgetown against the 2010 Campus Plan. (This was presumably after Provost O’Dumbledore refused to let her teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. We’ve even heard rumors that she hid a horcrux in President DeGioia’s office—but he’s never there, no one’s found it yet.)
Heir to a Citizens Association that insists your bus ride to Dupont Circle be over 4 miles long because Georgetown private property owners apparently have jurisdiction over some public streets, Altemus is even more trouble than your ordinary CAG president. Thanks to her Georgetown degree, she can claim (and local news outlets can imply) that she has an understanding of both students’ point of view and her neighbors’.
But don’t be fooled. She’s not on Georgetown’s side, she’s on CAG’s. And if they had it their way, there would be a butterbeer keg ban levied on the entire neighborhood.
Fritz Brogan (COL ’07)
With the graduation of the Class of 2010, there’s nary a student on Georgetown’s campus who should remember Fritz Brogan. Sadly though, his memory lingers over the Hilltop like some kind of dark, bro-tastic cloud.
Did he throw extravagant parties? Sure. (One rager even caused $6,500 worth of damage to the snooty City Tavern Club.) Was he involved in an ungodly number of clubs and activities before graduating? Damn right he was. But during his time at Georgetown, Fritz Brogan emerged from his nepotistic chrysalis, leaving a husk of embarrassment in his wake.
You might remember the time Politico interviewed him about his renovated Watergate apartment. (And, from his mouth to our ears, how the building was home to “the famous break-in in the 1960s that we all know about.”)
Or maybe you recall how he threw a terrible New Year’s Eve party with Late Night Shots founder Reed Landry. You know, the party that spawned an angry Facebook group pleading that the duo never host another New Year’s Eve party. (Ever.) The event was described as “total chaos” that led the National Building Museum to be “ultimately destroyed on the inside.” And here’s a quote from an attendee, just because it makes us chuckle:
Last night was by far one of the worst events I’ve ever attended. It took 45 minutes to get in. It was like the bread line during the Great Depression. Once we got in, there were more lines … lines for the bar, lines for the coat check, lines for the restroom.
Giving Brogan a degree was one of Georgetown’s worst ideas if only because he epitomizes and perpetuates the “Joe Hoya” stereotype that students love to mock. It might be unfair, but it’s true.