Fifteen Hottest Freshmen

At times, FM stays up at night worrying. Is the Fifteen Hottest issue objectifying? Are we perpetuating dangerous stereotypes about beauty? Are we falsely putting people we hardly know on a faulty pedestal?

Then we take an Ambien, wake up the next morning, order an egg white omelette from the grill, and decide we were being silly. After all, this is Harvard, and there isn’t much physical beauty to go around, so when we find it, we celebrate it. And by celebrate, we mean take lots of photos of it and print it in the magazine and post it all over the website (where, incidentally, you can find more hot photos—www.thecrimson.com/magazine.aspx).

These are the Fifteen Hottest—and they’re pretty nice to boot.