No, Princeton, I will not give you money.

My ten-year college reunion is coming up. (Gulp.) That means even more than the usual stream of pleas from Princeton that I send along some moolah. (Five years ago, I wisely decided to remove my phone number from the alumni directory, after my then-roommate informed me that "a friend from school" had called and asked me to call her back -- the "friend" was someone I'd never met who was working for the annual giving campaign. But I still get plenty of emails and snail mail.)

I refuse to give one cent to Princeton.

I had, in many ways, a very good experience there -- in particular, my thesis advisor, Dr. Robert Cava, and my German professor, Jamie Rankin, were among two of the best teachers one could hope to encounter in one's life. So why won't I fork over the cash?

Reason number one: Paul Krugman, a professor of economics who doesn't understand that a massive government entitlement cannot possibly reduce the national deficit (blithely ignoring all of the funny math Democrats used to pretend that it will), among other basic principles that even I, who switched my grading option in Princeton's Economics 101 class to pass/fail to avoid getting a C on my transcript, understand. Reason number two: Peter Singer, a professor of ethics who thinks that being moral consists of making sacrifices, that anybody in need has a right to what you have earned, precisely because you have earned it and he hasn't.

Both of these men have a base to spread their poisonous ideas in large part because Princeton employs them. I will happily -- and selfishly -- give to organizations whose work supports my life. But to support an institution that employs these men, who are working so hard to undermine my life? Hell, no.