The improbably* naked folks on a calendar is a trend so moribund that the Hollywood movie about it is gathering dust in the 3/$9.99 bin at the odd lots store, but a few observations: 1) Ivy Leaguers tend to overestimate the the rest of the world's interest in seeing them naked, or in reading that, they, just like many of us, sometimes fuck. 2) Having lived a year or two in Rhode Island, I can say that it gets pretty wintry, or at least used to. So, I'm guessing along about February, we can look forward to seeing the Modern Culture and Media major veiled only by johnnycakes, and in March the comp lit major with strategically positioned New York System hot dogs. Still, I can think of four or five Ivies capable of producing a calendar like this that I would be less interested in seeing.
*Never more so than Robert Reich. Rose's Lime may recall what endeavor that was for.