柯南·奥布莱恩达特茅斯学院2011毕业演讲英文全文[精选]

第一篇：柯南·奥布莱恩达特茅斯学院2011毕业演讲英文全文[精选]

I've been living in Los Angeles for two years, and I've never been this cold in my life.I will pay anyone here $300 for GORE-TEX gloves.Anybody.I'm serious.I have the cash.Before I begin, I must point out that behind me sits a highly admired President of the United States and decorated war hero while I, a cable television talk show host, has been chosen to stand here and impart wisdom.I pray I never witness a more damning example of what is wrong with America today.Graduates, faculty, parents, relatives, undergraduates, and old people that just come to these things: Good morning and congratulations to the Dartmouth Class of 2011.Today, you have achieved something special, something only 92 percent of Americans your age will ever know: a college diploma.That’s right, with your college diploma you now have a crushing advantage over 8 percent of the workforce.I'm talking about dropout losers like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, and Mark Zuckerberg.Incidentally, speaking of Mr.Zuckerberg, only at Harvard would someone have to invent a massive social network just to talk with someone in the next room.My first job as your commencement speaker is to illustrate that life is not fair.For example, you have worked tirelessly for four years to earn the diploma you’ll be receiving this weekend.That was great.And Dartmouth is giving me the same degree for interviewing the fourth lead in Twilight.Deal with it.Another example that life is not fair: if it does rain, the powerful rich people on stage get the tent.Deal with it.I would like to thank President Kim for inviting me here today.After my phone call with President Kim, I decided to find out a little bit about the man.He goes by President Kim and Dr.Kim.To his friends, he's Jim Kim, J to the K, Special K, JK Rowling, the Just Kidding Kimster, and most puzzling, “Stinky Pete.” He served as the chair of the Department of Global Health and Social Medicine at Harvard Medical School, spearheaded a task force for the World Health Organization on Global Health Initiatives, won a MacArthur Genius Grant, and was one of TIME Magazine's 100 Most Influential People in 2006.Good God, man, what the hell are you compensating for? Seriously.We get it.You're smart.By the way Dr.Kim, you were brought to Dartmouth to lead, and as a world-class anthropologist, you were also hired to figure out why each of these graduating students ran around a bonfire 111 times.But I thank you for inviting me here, Stinky Pete, and it is an honor.Though some of you may see me as a celebrity, you should know that I once sat where you sit.Literally.Late last night I snuck out here and sat in every seat.I did it to prove a point: I am not bright and I have a lot of free time.But this is a wonderful occasion and it is great to be here in New Hampshire, where I am getting an honorary degree and all the legal fireworks I can fit in the trunk of my car.You know, New Hampshire is such a special place.When I arrived I took a deep breath of this crisp New England air and thought, “Wow, I'm in the state that's next to the state where Ben and Jerry's ice cream is made.”

But don't get me wrong, I take my task today very seriously.When I got the call two months ago to be your speaker, I decided to prepare with the same intensity many of you have devoted to an important term paper.So late last night, I began.I drank two cans of Red Bull, snorted some Adderall, played a few hours of Call of Duty, and then opened my browser.I think Wikipedia put it best when they said “Dartmouth College is a private Ivy League University in Hanover, New Hampshire, United States.” Thank you and good luck.To communicate with you students today, I have gone to great lengths to become well-versed in your unique linguistic patterns.In fact, just this morning I left Baker Berry with my tripee Barry to eat a Billy Bob at the Bema when my flitz to Francesca was Blitz jacked by some d-bag on his FSP.Yes, I've done my research.This college was named after the Second Earl of Dartmouth, a good friend of the Third Earl of UC Santa Cruz and the Duke of the Barbizon School of Beauty.Your school motto is “Vox clamantis in deserto,” which means “Voice crying out in the wilderness.” This is easily the most pathetic school motto I have ever heard.Apparently, it narrowly beat out “Silently Weeping in Thick Shrub” and “Whimpering in Moist Leaves without Pants.” Your school color is green, and this color was chosen by Frederick Mather in 1867 because, and this is true—I looked it up—“it was the only color that had not been taken already.” I cannot remember hearing anything so sad.Dartmouth, you have an inferiority complex, and you should not.You have graduated more great fictitious Americans than any other college.Meredith Grey of Grey's Anatomy.Pete Campbell from Mad Men.Michael Corleone from The Godfather.In fact, I look forward to next years' Valedictory Address by your esteemed classmate, Count Chocula.Of course, your greatest fictitious graduate is Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner.Man, can you imagine if a real Treasury Secretary made those kinds of decisions? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.Now I know what you're going to say, Dartmouth, you're going to say, well “We've got Dr.Seuss.” Well guess what, we're all tired of hearing about Dr.Seuss.Face it: The man rhymed fafloozle with saznoozle.In the literary community, that's called cheating.Your insecurity is so great, Dartmouth, that you don't even think you deserve a real podium.I'm sorry.What the hell is this thing? It looks like you stole it from the set of Survivor: Nova Scotia.Seriously, it looks like something a bear would use at an AA meeting.No, Dartmouth, you must stand tall.Raise your heads high and feel proud.Because if Harvard, Yale, and Princeton are your self-involved, vain, name-dropping older brothers, you are the cool, sexually confident, lacrosse playing younger sibling who knows how to throw a party and looks good in a down vest.Brown, of course, is your lesbian sister who never leaves her room.And Penn, Columbia, and Cornell—well, frankly, who gives a shit.Yes, I've always had a special bond with this school.In fact, this is my second time coming here.When I was 17 years old and touring colleges, way back in the fall of 1980, I came to Dartmouth.Dartmouth was a very different place back then.I made the trip up from Boston on a mule and, after asking the blacksmith in West Leb for directions, I came to this beautiful campus.No dormitories had been built yet, so I stayed with a family of fur traders in White River Junction.It snowed heavily during my visit and I was trapped here for four months.I was forced to eat the mule, who a week earlier had been forced to eat the fur traders.Still, I loved Dartmouth and I vowed to return.But fate dealt a heavy blow.With no money, I was forced to enroll in a small, local commuter school, a pulsating sore on a muddy elbow of the Charles River.I was a miserable wretch, and to this day I cannot help but wonder: What if I had gone to Dartmouth?

If I had gone to Dartmouth, I might have spent at least some of my college years outside and today I might not be allergic to all plant life, as well as most types of rock.If I had gone to Dartmouth, right now I'd be wearing a fleece thong instead of a lace thong.If I had gone to Dartmouth, I still wouldn't know the second verse to “Dear Old Dartmouth.” Face it, none of you do.You all mumble that part.If I had gone to Dartmouth, I'd have a liver the size and consistency of a bean bag chair.Finally, if I had gone to Dartmouth, today I'd be getting an honorary degree at Harvard.Imagine how awesome that would be.You are a great school, and you deserve a historic commencement address.That's right, I want my message today to be forever remembered because it changed the world.To do this, I must suggest groundbreaking policy.Winston Churchill gave his famous “Iron Curtain” speech at Westminster College in 1946.JFK outlined his nuclear disarmament policy at American University in 1963.Today, I would like to set forth my own policy here at Dartmouth: I call it “The Conan Doctrine.” Under “The Conan Doctrine”:

-All bachelor degrees will be upgraded to master's degrees.All master's degrees will be upgraded to PhDs.And all MBA students will be immediately transferred to a white collar prison.-Under “The Conan Doctrine,” Winter Carnival will become Winter Carnivale and be moved to Rio.Clothing will be optional, all expenses paid by the Alumni Association.-Your nickname, the Big Green, will be changed to something more kick-ass like “The Jade Blade,” the “Seafoam Avenger,” or simply “Lime-Zilla.”

-The D-Plan and “quarter system” will finally be updated to “the one sixty-fourth system.” Semesters will last three days.Students will be encouraged to take 48 semesters off.They must, however, be on campus during their Sophomore 4th of July.-Under “The Conan Doctrine,” I will re-instate Tubestock.And I will punish those who tried to replace it with Fieldstock.Rafting and beer are a much better combination than a field and a beer.I happen to know that in two years, they were going to downgrade Fieldstock to Deskstock, seven hours of fun sitting quietly at your desk.Don't let those bastards do it.And finally, under “The Conan Doctrine,” all commencement speakers who shamelessly pander with cheap, inside references designed to get childish applause, will be forced to apologize—to the greatest graduating class in the history of the world.Dartmouth class of 2011 rules!

Besides policy, another hallmark of great commencement speeches is deep, profound advice like “reach for the stars.” Well today, I am not going to waste your time with empty clichés.Instead, I am going to give you real, practical advice that you will need to know if you are going to survive the next few years.-First, adult acne lasts longer than you think.I almost cancelled two days ago because I had a zit on my eye.-Guys, this is important: You cannot iron a shirt while wearing it.-Here's another one.If you live on Ramen Noodles for too long, you lose all feelings in your hands and your stool becomes a white gel.-And finally, wearing colorful Converse high-tops beneath your graduation robe is a great way to tell your classmates that this is just the first of many horrible decisions you plan to make with the rest of your life.Of course there are many parents here and I have real advice for them as well.Parents, you should write this down:

-Many of your children you haven't seen them in four years.Well, now you are about to see them every day when they come out of the basement to tell you the wi-fi isn't working.-If your child majored in fine arts or philosophy, you have good reason to be worried.The only place where they are now really qualified to get a job is ancient Greece.Good luck with that degree.-The traffic today on East Wheelock is going to be murder, so once they start handing out diplomas, you should slip out in the middle of the K's.And, I have to tell you this:

-You will spend more money framing your child's diploma than they will earn in the next six months.It's tough out there, so be patient.The only people hiring right now are Panera Bread and Mexican drug cartels.Yes, you parents must be patient because it is indeed a grim job market out there.And one of the reasons it's so tough finding work is that aging baby boomers refuse to leave their jobs.Trust me on this.Even when they promise you for five years that they are going to leave—and say it on television—I mean you can go on YouTube right now and watch the guy do it, there is no guarantee they won't come back.Of course I'm speaking generally.But enough.This is not a time for grim prognostications or negativity.No, I came here today because, believe it or not, I actually do have something real to tell you.Eleven years ago I gave an address to a graduating class at Harvard.I have not spoken at a graduation since because I thought I had nothing left to say.But then 2010 came.And now I'm here, three thousand miles from my home, because I learned a hard but profound lesson last year and I'd like to share it with you.In 2000, I told graduates “Don't be afraid to fail.” Well now I'm here to tell you that, though you should not fear failure, you should do your very best to avoid it.Nietzsche famously said “Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.” But what he failed to stress is that it almost kills you.Disappointment stings and, for driven, successful people like yourselves it is disorienting.What Nietzsche should have said is “Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you watch a lot of Cartoon Network and drink mid-price Chardonnay at 11 in the morning.”

Now, by definition, Commencement speakers at an Ivy League college are considered successful.But a little over a year ago, I experienced a profound and very public disappointment.I did not get what I wanted, and I left a system that had nurtured and helped define me for the better part of 17 years.I went from being in the center of the grid to not only off the grid, but underneath the coffee table that the grid sits on, lost in the shag carpeting that is underneath the coffee table supporting the grid.It was the making of a career disaster, and a terrible analogy.But then something spectacular happened.Fogbound, with no compass, and adrift, I started trying things.I grew a strange, cinnamon beard.I dove into the world of social media.I started tweeting my comedy.I threw together a national tour.I played the guitar.I did stand-up, wore a skin-tight blue leather suit, recorded an album, made a documentary, and frightened my friends and family.Ultimately, I abandoned all preconceived perceptions of my career path and stature and took a job on basic cable with a network most famous for showing reruns, along with sitcoms created by a tall, black man who dresses like an old, black woman.I did a lot of silly, unconventional, spontaneous and seemingly irrational things and guess what: with the exception of the blue leather suit, it was the most satisfying and fascinating year of my professional life.To this day I still don't understand exactly what happened, but I have never had more fun, been more challenged—and this is important—had more conviction about what I was doing.How could this be true? Well, it's simple: There are few things more liberating in this life than having your worst fear realized.I went to college with many people who prided themselves on knowing exactly who they were and exactly where they were going.At Harvard, five different guys in my class told me that they would one day be President of the United States.Four of them were later killed in motel shoot-outs.The other one briefly hosted Blues Clues, before dying senselessly in yet another motel shoot-out.Your path at 22 will not necessarily be your path at 32 or 42.One's dream is constantly evolving, rising and falling, changing course.This happens in every job, but because I have worked in comedy for twenty-five years, I can probably speak best about my own profession.Way back in the 1940s there was a very, very funny man named Jack Benny.He was a giant star, easily one of the greatest comedians of his generation.And a much younger man named Johnny Carson wanted very much to be Jack Benny.In some ways he was, but in many ways he wasn't.He emulated Jack Benny, but his own quirks and mannerisms, along with a changing medium, pulled him in a different direction.And yet his failure to completely become his hero made him the funniest person of his generation.David Letterman wanted to be Johnny Carson, and was not, and as a result my generation of comedians wanted to be David Letterman.And none of us are.My peers and I have all missed that mark in a thousand different ways.But the point is this : It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique.It's not easy, but if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst for profound re-invention.So, at the age of 47, after 25 years of obsessively pursuing my dream, that dream changed.For decades, in show business, the ultimate goal of every comedian was to host The Tonight Show.It was the Holy Grail, and like many people I thought that achieving that goal would define me as successful.But that is not true.No specific job or career goal defines me, and it should not define you.In 2000—in 2000—I told graduates to not be afraid to fail, and I still believe that.But today I tell you that whether you fear it or not, disappointment will come.The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity, and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.Many of you here today are getting your diploma at this Ivy League school because you have committed yourself to a dream and worked hard to achieve it.And there is no greater cliché in a commencement address than “follow your dream.” Well I am here to tell you that whatever you think your dream is now, it will probably change.And that's okay.Four years ago, many of you had a specific vision of what your college experience was going to be and who you were going to become.And I bet, today, most of you would admit that your time here was very different from what you imagined.Your roommates changed, your major changed, for some of you your sexual orientation changed.I bet some of you have changed your sexual orientation since I began this speech.I know I have.But through the good and especially the bad, the person you are now is someone you could never have conjured in the fall of 2007.I have told you many things today, most of it foolish but some of it true.I'd like to end my address by breaking a taboo and quoting myself from 17 months ago.At the end of my final program with NBC, just before signing off, I said “Work hard, be kind, and amazing things will happen.” Today, receiving this honor and speaking to the Dartmouth Class of 2011 from behind a tree-trunk, I have never believed that more.Thank you very much, and congratulations.

第二篇：美国著名脱口秀主持人柯南在达特茅斯演讲

美国著名脱口秀主持人柯南•奥布莱恩为2011年达特茅斯学院做了毕业致辞。前半部分有很多搞笑串场，后半部分柯南跟大家分享了自己的经历和人生经验：正是那些既定想法的失败，才使我们成为独一无二的人！以下是演讲全文：

I've been living in Los Angeles for two years, and I've never been this cold in my life.I will pay anyone here $300 for GORE-TEX gloves.Anybody.I'm serious.I have the cash.Before I begin, I must point out that behind me sits a highly admired President of the United States and decorated war hero while I, a cable television talk show host, has been chosen to stand here and impart wisdom.I pray I never witness a more damning example of what is wrong with America today.Graduates, faculty, parents, relatives, undergraduates, and old people that just come to these things: Good morning and congratulations to the Dartmouth Class of 2011.Today, you have achieved something special, something only 92 percent of Americans your age will ever know: a college diploma.That’s right, with your college diploma you now have a crushing advantage over 8 percent of the workforce.I'm talking about dropout losers like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, and Mark Zuckerberg.Incidentally, speaking of Mr.Zuckerberg, only at Harvard would someone have to invent a massive social network just to talk with someone in the next room.My first job as your commencement speaker is to illustrate that life is not fair.For example, you have worked tirelessly for four years to earn the diploma you’ll be receiving this weekend.That was great.And Dartmouth is giving me the same degree for interviewing the fourth lead in Twilight.Deal with it.Another example that life is not fair: if it does rain, the powerful rich people on stage get the tent.Deal with it.I would like to thank President Kim for inviting me here today.After my phone call with President Kim, I decided to find out a little bit about the man.He goes by President Kim and Dr.Kim.To his friends, he's Jim Kim, J to the K, Special K, JK Rowling, the Just Kidding Kimster, and most puzzling, “Stinky Pete.” He served as the chair of the Department of Global Health and Social Medicine at Harvard Medical School, spearheaded a task force for the World Health Organization on Global Health Initiatives, won a MacArthur Genius Grant, and was one of TIME Magazine's 100 Most Influential People in 2006.Good God, man, what the hell are you compensating for? Seriously.We get it.You're smart.By the way Dr.Kim, you were brought to Dartmouth to lead, and as a world-class anthropologist, you were also hired to figure out why each of these graduating students ran around a bonfire 111 times.But I thank you for inviting me here, Stinky Pete, and it is an honor.Though some of you may see me as a celebrity, you should know that I once sat where you sit.Literally.Late last night I snuck out here and sat in every seat.I did it to prove a point: I am not bright and I have a lot of free time.But this is a wonderful occasion and it is great to be here in New Hampshire, where I am getting an honorary degree and all the legal fireworks I can fit in the trunk of my car.You know, New Hampshire is such a special place.When I arrived I took a deep breath of this crisp New England air and thought, “Wow, I'm in the state that's next to the state where Ben and Jerry's ice cream is made.” But don't get me wrong, I take my task today very seriously.When I got the call two months ago to be your speaker, I decided to prepare with the same intensity many of you have devoted to an important term paper.So late last night, I began.I drank two cans of Red Bull, snorted some Adderall, played a few hours of Call of Duty, and then opened my browser.I think Wikipedia put it best when they said “Dartmouth College is a private Ivy League University in Hanover, New Hampshire, United States.” Thank you and good luck.To communicate with you students today, I have gone to great lengths to become well-versed in your unique linguistic patterns.In fact, just this morning I left Baker Berry with my tripee Barry to eat a Billy Bob at the Bema when my flitz to Francesca was Blitz jacked by some d-bag on his FSP.Yes, I've done my research.This college was named after the Second Earl of Dartmouth, a good friend of the Third Earl of UC Santa Cruz and the Duke of the Barbizon School of Beauty.Your school motto is “Vox clamantis in deserto,” which means “Voice crying out in the wilderness.” This is easily the most pathetic school motto I have ever heard.Apparently, it narrowly beat out “Silently Weeping in Thick Shrub” and “Whimpering in Moist Leaves without Pants.” Your school color is green, and this color was chosen by Frederick Mather in 1867 because, and this is true—I looked it up—“it was the only color that had not been taken already.” I cannot remember hearing anything so sad.Dartmouth, you have an inferiority complex, and you should not.You have graduated more great fictitious Americans than any other college.Meredith Grey of Grey's Anatomy.Pete Campbell from Mad Men.Michael Corleone from The Godfather.In fact, I look forward to next years' Valedictory Address by your esteemed classmate, Count Chocula.Of course, your greatest fictitious graduate is Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner.Man, can you imagine if a real Treasury Secretary made those kinds of decisions? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.Now I know what you're going to say, Dartmouth, you're going to say, well “We've got Dr.Seuss.” Well guess what, we're all tired of hearing about Dr.Seuss.Face it: The man rhymed fafloozle with saznoozle.In the literary community, that's called cheating.Your insecurity is so great, Dartmouth, that you don't even think you deserve a real podium.I'm sorry.What the hell is this thing? It looks like you stole it from the set of Survivor: Nova Scotia.Seriously, it looks like something a bear would use at an AA meeting.No, Dartmouth, you must stand tall.Raise your heads high and feel proud.Because if Harvard, Yale, and Princeton are your self-involved, vain, name-dropping older brothers, you are the cool, sexually confident, lacrosse playing younger sibling who knows how to throw a party and looks good in a down vest.Brown, of course, is your lesbian sister who never leaves her room.And Penn, Columbia, and Cornell—well, frankly, who gives a shit.Yes, I've always had a special bond with this school.In fact, this is my second time coming here.When I was 17 years old and touring colleges, way back in the fall of 1980, I came to Dartmouth.Dartmouth was a very different place back then.I made the trip up from Boston on a mule and, after asking the blacksmith in West Leb for directions, I came to this beautiful campus.No dormitories had been built yet, so I stayed with a family of fur traders in White River Junction.It snowed heavily during my visit and I was trapped here for four months.I was forced to eat the mule, who a week earlier had been forced to eat the fur traders.Still, I loved Dartmouth and I vowed to return.But fate dealt a heavy blow.With no money, I was forced to enroll in a small, local commuter school, a pulsating sore on a muddy elbow of the Charles River.I was a miserable wretch, and to this day I cannot help but wonder: What if I had gone to Dartmouth? If I had gone to Dartmouth, I might have spent at least some of my college years outside and today I might not be allergic to all plant life, as well as most types of rock.If I had gone to Dartmouth, right now I'd be wearing a fleece thong instead of a lace thong.If I had gone to Dartmouth, I still wouldn't know the second verse to “Dear Old Dartmouth.” Face it, none of you do.You all mumble that part.If I had gone to Dartmouth, I'd have a liver the size and consistency of a bean bag chair.Finally, if I had gone to Dartmouth, today I'd be getting an honorary degree at Harvard.Imagine how awesome that would be.You are a great school, and you deserve a historic commencement address.That's right, I want my message today to be forever remembered because it changed the world.To do this, I must suggest groundbreaking policy.Winston Churchill gave his famous “Iron Curtain” speech at Westminster College in 1946.JFK outlined his nuclear disarmament policy at American University in 1963.Today, I would like to set forth my own policy here at Dartmouth: I call it “The Conan Doctrine.” Under “The Conan Doctrine”:

-All bachelor degrees will be upgraded to master's degrees.All master's degrees will be upgraded to PhDs.And all MBA students will be immediately transferred to a white collar prison.-Under “The Conan Doctrine,” Winter Carnival will become Winter Carnivale and be moved to Rio.Clothing will be optional, all expenses paid by the Alumni Association.-Your nickname, the Big Green, will be changed to something more kick-ass like “The Jade Blade,” the “Seafoam Avenger,” or simply “Lime-Zilla.”

-The D-Plan and “quarter system” will finally be updated to “the one sixty-fourth system.” Semesters will last three days.Students will be encouraged to take 48 semesters off.They must, however, be on campus during their Sophomore 4th of July.-Under “The Conan Doctrine,” I will re-instate Tubestock.And I will punish those who tried to replace it with Fieldstock.Rafting and beer are a much better combination than a field and a beer.I happen to know that in two years, they were going to downgrade Fieldstock to Deskstock, seven hours of fun sitting quietly at your desk.Don't let those bastards do it.And finally, under “The Conan Doctrine,” all commencement speakers who shamelessly pander with cheap, inside references designed to get childish applause, will be forced to apologize—to the greatest graduating class in the history of the world.Dartmouth class of 2011 rules!

Besides policy, another hallmark of great commencement speeches is deep, profound advice like “reach for the stars.” Well today, I am not going to waste your time with empty clichés.Instead, I am going to give you real, practical advice that you will need to know if you are going to survive the next few years.-First, adult acne lasts longer than you think.I almost cancelled two days ago because I had a zit on my eye.-Guys, this is important: You cannot iron a shirt while wearing it.-Here's another one.If you live on Ramen Noodles for too long, you lose all feelings in your hands and your stool becomes a white gel.-And finally, wearing colorful Converse high-tops beneath your graduation robe is a great way to tell your classmates that this is just the first of many horrible decisions you plan to make with the rest of your life.Of course there are many parents here and I have real advice for them as well.Parents, you should write this down:

-Many of your children you haven't seen them in four years.Well, now you are about to see them every day when they come out of the basement to tell you the wi-fi isn't working.-If your child majored in fine arts or philosophy, you have good reason to be worried.The only place where they are now really qualified to get a job is ancient Greece.Good luck with that degree.-The traffic today on East Wheelock is going to be murder, so once they start handing out diplomas, you should slip out in the middle of the K's.And, I have to tell you this:

-You will spend more money framing your child's diploma than they will earn in the next six months.It's tough out there, so be patient.The only people hiring right now are Panera Bread and Mexican drug cartels.Yes, you parents must be patient because it is indeed a grim job market out there.And one of the reasons it's so tough finding work is that aging baby boomers refuse to leave their jobs.Trust me on this.Even when they promise you for five years that they are going to leave—and say it on television—I mean you can go on YouTube right now and watch the guy do it, there is no guarantee they won't come back.Of course I'm speaking generally.But enough.This is not a time for grim prognostications or negativity.No, I came here today because, believe it or not, I actually do have something real to tell you.Eleven years ago I gave an address to a graduating class at Harvard.I have not spoken at a graduation since because I thought I had nothing left to say.But then 2010 came.And now I'm here, three thousand miles from my home, because I learned a hard but profound lesson last year and I'd like to share it with you.In 2000, I told graduates “Don't be afraid to fail.” Well now I'm here to tell you that, though you should not fear failure, you should do your very best to avoid it.Nietzsche famously said “Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.” But what he failed to stress is that it almost kills you.Disappointment stings and, for driven, successful people like yourselves it is disorienting.What Nietzsche should have said is “Whatever doesn't kill you, makes you watch a lot of Cartoon Network and drink mid-price Chardonnay at 11 in the morning.” Now, by definition, Commencement speakers at an Ivy League college are considered successful.But a little over a year ago, I experienced a profound and very public disappointment.I did not get what I wanted, and I left a system that had nurtured and helped define me for the better part of 17 years.I went from being in the center of the grid to not only off the grid, but underneath the coffee table that the grid sits on, lost in the shag carpeting that is underneath the coffee table supporting the grid.It was the making of a career disaster, and a terrible analogy.But then something spectacular happened.Fogbound, with no compass, and adrift, I started trying things.I grew a strange, cinnamon beard.I dove into the world of social media.I started tweeting my comedy.I threw together a national tour.I played the guitar.I did stand-up, wore a skin-tight blue leather suit, recorded an album, made a documentary, and frightened my friends and family.Ultimately, I abandoned all preconceived perceptions of my career path and stature and took a job on basic cable with a network most famous for showing reruns, along with sitcoms created by a tall, black man who dresses like an old, black woman.I did a lot of silly, unconventional, spontaneous and seemingly irrational things and guess what: with the exception of the blue leather suit, it was the most satisfying and fascinating year of my professional life.To this day I still don't understand exactly what happened, but I have never had more fun, been more challenged—and this is important—had more conviction about what I was doing.How could this be true? Well, it's simple: There are few things more liberating in this life than having your worst fear realized.I went to college with many people who prided themselves on knowing exactly who they were and exactly where they were going.At Harvard, five different guys in my class told me that they would one day be President of the United States.Four of them were later killed in motel shoot-outs.The other one briefly hosted Blues Clues, before dying senselessly in yet another motel shoot-out.Your path at 22 will not necessarily be your path at 32 or 42.One's dream is constantly evolving, rising and falling, changing course.This happens in every job, but because I have worked in comedy for twenty-five years, I can probably speak best about my own profession.Way back in the 1940s there was a very, very funny man named Jack Benny.He was a giant star, easily one of the greatest comedians of his generation.And a

much younger man named Johnny Carson wanted very much to be Jack Benny.In some ways he was, but in many ways he wasn't.He emulated Jack Benny, but his own quirks and mannerisms, along with a changing medium, pulled him in a different direction.And yet his failure to completely become his hero made him the funniest person of his generation.David Letterman wanted to be Johnny Carson, and was not, and as a result my generation of comedians wanted to be David Letterman.And none of us are.My peers and I have all missed that mark in a thousand different ways.But the point is this : It is our failure to become our perceived ideal that ultimately defines us and makes us unique.It's not easy, but if you accept your misfortune and handle it right, your perceived failure can become a catalyst for profound re-invention.So, at the age of 47, after 25 years of obsessively pursuing my dream, that dream changed.For decades, in show business, the ultimate goal of every comedian was to host The Tonight Show.It was the Holy Grail, and like many people I thought that achieving that goal would define me as successful.But that is not true.No specific job or career goal defines me, and it should not define you.In 2000—in 2000—I told graduates to not be afraid to fail, and I still believe that.But today I tell you that whether you fear it or not, disappointment will come.The beauty is that through disappointment you can gain clarity, and with clarity comes conviction and true originality.Many of you here today are getting your diploma at this Ivy League school because you have committed yourself to a dream and worked hard to achieve it.And there is no greater cliché in a commencement address than “follow your dream.” Well I am here to tell you that whatever you think your dream is now, it will probably change.And that's okay.Four years ago, many of you had a specific vision of what your college experience was going to be and who you were going to become.And I bet, today, most of you would admit that your time here was very different from what you imagined.Your roommates changed, your major changed, for some of you your sexual orientation changed.I bet some of you have changed your sexual orientation since I began this speech.I know I have.But through the good and especially the bad, the person you are now is someone you could never have conjured in the fall of 2007.I have told you many things today, most of it foolish but some of it true.I'd like to end my address by breaking a taboo and quoting myself from 17 months ago.At the end of my final program with NBC, just before signing off, I said “Work hard, be kind, and amazing things will happen.” Today, receiving this honor and speaking to the Dartmouth Class of 2011 from behind a tree-trunk, I have never believed that more.Thank you very much, and congratulations.

第三篇：《实习医生格蕾》编剧莱梅斯在达特茅斯学院毕业典礼上的演讲(视频+文本)

President Hanlon, faculty, staff, honored guests, parents, students, families and friends—good morning and congratulations to the Dartmouth graduating class of 2014!So.This is weird.Me giving a speech.In general, I do not like giving speeches.Giving a speech requires standing in front of large groups of people while they look at you and it also requires talking.I can do the standing part OK.But the you looking and the me talking...I am not a fan.I get this overwhelming feeling of fear.Terror, really.Dry mouth, heart beats superfast, everything gets a little bit slow motion.Like I might pass out.Or die.Or poop my pants or something.I mean, don’t worry.I’m not going to pass out or die or poop my pants.Mainly because just by telling you that it could happen, I have somehow neutralized it as an option.Like as if saying it out loud casts some kind of spell where now it cannot possibly happen now.Vomit.I could vomit.See.Vomiting is now also off the table.Neutralized it.We’re good.Anyway, the point is.I do not like to give speeches.I’m a writer.I’m a TV writer.I like to write stuff for other people to say.I actually contemplated bringing Ellen Pompeo or Kerry Washington here to say my speech for me...but my lawyer pointed out that when you drag someone across state lines against their will, the FBI comes looking for you, so...I don’t like giving speeches, in general, because of the fear and terror.But this speech? This speech, I really did not want to give.A Dartmouth Commencement speech? Dry mouth.Heart beats so, so fast.Everything in slow motion.Pass out, die, poop.Look, it would be fine if this were, 20 years ago.If it were back in the day when I graduated from Dartmouth.Twenty-three years ago, I was sitting right where you are now.And I was listening to Elizabeth Dole speak.And she was great.She was calm and she was confident.It was just...different.It felt like she was just talking to a group of people.Like a fireside chat with friends.Just Liddy Dole and like 9,000 of her closest friends.Because it was 20 years ago.And she was just talking to a group of people.Now? Twenty years later? This is no fireside chat.It’s not just you and me.This speech is filmed and streamed and tweeted and uploaded.NPR has like, a whole site dedicated to Commencement speeches.A whole site just about commencement speeches.There are sites that rate them and mock them and dissect them.It’s weird.And stressful.And kind of vicious if you’re an introvert perfectionist writer who hates speaking in public in the first place.When President Hanlon called me—and by the way, I would like to thank President Hanlon for asking me way back in January, thus giving me a full six months of terror and panic to enjoy.When President Hanlon called me, I almost said no.Almost.Dry mouth.Heart beats so, so fast.Everything in slow motion.Pass out, die, poop.But I’m here.I am gonna do it.I’m doing it.You know why?

Because I like a challenge.And because this year I made myself a promise that I was going to do the stuff that terrifies me.And because, 20-plus years ago when I was trudging uphill from the River Cluster through all that snow to get to the Hop for play rehearsal, I never imagined that I would one day be standing here, at the Old Pine lectern.Staring out at all of you.About to throw down on some wisdom in the Dartmouth Commencement address.So, you know, yeah.Moments.Also, I’m here because I really, really wanted some EBAs.OK.I want to say right now that every single time someone asked me what I was going to talk about in this speech, I would boldly and confidently tell them that I had all kinds wisdom to share.I was lying.I feel wildly unqualified to give you advice.There is no wisdom here.So all I can do is talk about some stuff that could maybe be useful to you, from one Dartmouth grad to another.Some stuff that won’t ever show up in a Meredith Grey voiceover or a Papa Pope monologue.Some stuff I probably shouldn’t be telling you here now because of the uploading and the streaming and the tweeting.But I am going to pretend that it is 20 years ago.That it’s just you and me.That we’re having a fireside chat.Screw the outside world and what they think.I’ve already said “poop” like five times already anyway...things are getting real up in here.OK, wait.Before I talk to you.I want to talk to your parents.Because the other thing about it being 20 years later is that I’m a mother now.So I know some things, some very different things.I have three girls.I’ve been to the show.You don’t know what that means, but your parents do.You think this day is all about you.But your parents...the people who raised you...the people who endured you...they potty trained you, they taught you to read, they survived you as a teenager, they have suffered 21 years and not once did they kill you.This day...you call it your graduation day.But this day is not about you.This is their day.This is the day they take back their lives, this is the day they earn their freedom.This day is their Independence Day.So, parents, I salute you.And as I have an eight-month-old, I hope to join your ranks of freedom in 20 years!

OK.So here comes the real deal part of the speech, or you might call it, Some Random Stuff Some Random Alum Who Runs a TV Show Thinks I Should Know Before I Graduate:

You ready?

When people give these kinds of speeches, they usually tell you all kinds of wise and heartfelt things.They have wisdom to impart.They have lessons to share.They tell you: Follow your dreams.Listen to your spirit.Change the world.Make your mark.Find your inner voice and make it sing.Embrace failure.Dream.Dream and dream big.As a matter of fact, dream and don’t stop dreaming until all of your dreams come true.I think that’s crap.I think a lot of people dream.And while they are busy dreaming, the really happy people, the really successful people, the really interesting, engaged, powerful people, are busy doing.The dreamers.They stare at the sky and they make plans and they hope and they talk about it endlessly.And they start a lot of sentences with “I want to be...” or “I wish.”

“I want to be a writer.” “I wish I could travel around the world.”

And they dream of it.The buttoned-up ones meet for cocktails and they brag about their dreams, and the hippie ones have vision boards and they meditate about their dreams.Maybe you write in journals about your dreams or discuss it endlessly with your best friend or your girlfriend or your mother.And it feels really good.You’re talking about it, and you’re planning it.Kind of.You are blue-skying your life.And that is what everyone says you should be doing.Right? I mean, that’s what Oprah and Bill Gates did to get successful, right?

No.Dreams are lovely.But they are just dreams.Fleeting, ephemeral, pretty.But dreams do not come true just because you dream them.It’s hard work that makes things happen.It’s hard work that creates change.So, Lesson One, I guess is: Ditch the dream and be a doer, not a dreamer.Maybe you know exactly what it is you dream of being, or maybe you’re paralyzed because you have no idea what your passion is.The truth is, it doesn’t matter.You don’t have to know.You just have to keep moving forward.You just have to keep doing something, seizing the next opportunity, staying open to trying something new.It doesn’t have to fit your vision of the perfect job or the perfect life.Perfect is boring and dreams are not real.Just...do.So you think, “I wish I could travel.” Great.Sell your crappy car, buy a ticket to Bangkok, and go.Right now.I’m serious.You want to be a writer? A writer is someone who writes every day, so start writing.You don’t have a job? Get one.Any job.Don’t sit at home waiting for the magical opportunity.Who are you? Prince William? No.Get a job.Go to work.Do something until you can do something else.I did not dream of being a TV writer.Never, not once when I was here in the hallowed halls of the Ivy League, did I say to myself, “Self, I want to write TV.”

You know what I wanted to be? I wanted to be Nobel Prize-winning author Toni Morrison.That was my dream.I blue sky’ed it like crazy.I dreamed and dreamed.And while I was dreaming, I was living in my sister’s basement.Dreamers often end up living in the basements of relatives, FYI.Anyway, there I was in that basement, and I was dreaming of being Nobel Prize-winning author Toni Morrison.And guess what? I couldn’t be Nobel Prize-winning author Toni Morrison, because Toni Morrison already had that job and she wasn’t interested in giving it up.So one day I was sitting in that basement and I read an article that said—it was in The New York Times—and it said it was harder to get into USC Film School than it was to get into Harvard Law School.And I thought I could dream about being Toni Morrison, or I could do.At film school, I discovered an entirely new way of telling stories.A way that suited me.A way that brought me joy.A way that flipped this switch in my brain and changed the way I saw the world.Years later, I had dinner with Toni Morrison.All she wanted to talk about was Grey’s Anatomy.That never would have happened if I hadn’t stopped dreaming of becoming her and gotten busy becoming myself.Lesson Two.Lesson two is that tomorrow is going to be the worst day ever for you.When I graduated from Dartmouth that day in 1991, when I was sitting right where you are and I was staring up at Elizabeth Dole speaking, I will admit that I have no idea what she was saying.Couldn’t even listen to her.Not because I was overwhelmed or emotional or any of that.But because I had a serious hangover.Like, an epic painful hangover because(and here is where I apologize to President Hanlon because I know that you are trying to build a better and more responsible Dartmouth and I applaud you and I admire you and it is very necessary)but I was really freaking drunk the night before.And the reason I’d been so drunk the night before, the reason I’d done upside down margarita shots at Bones Gate was because I knew that after graduation, I was going to take off my cap and gown, my parents were going to pack my stuff in the car and I was going to go home and probably never come back to Hanover again.And even if I did come back, it wouldn’t matter because it wouldn’t be the same because I didn’t live here anymore.On my graduation day, I was grieving.My friends were celebrating.They were partying.They were excited.So happy.No more school, no more books, no more teachers’ dirty looks.And I was like, are you freaking kidding me? You get all the fro-yo you want here!The gym is free.The apartments in Manhattan are smaller than my suite in North Mass.Who cared if there was no place to get my hair done? All my friends are here.I have a theatre company here.I was grieving.I knew enough about how the world works, enough about how adulthood plays out, to be grieving.Here’s where I am going to embarrass myself and make you all feel maybe a little bit better about yourselves.I literally lay down on the floor of my dorm room and cried while my mother packed up my room.I refused to help her.Like, hell no I won’t go.I nonviolent-protested leaving here.Like, went limp like a protestor, only without the chanting—it was really pathetic.If none of you lie down on a dirty hardwood floor and cry today while your mommy packs up your dorm room, you are already starting your careers out ahead of me.You are winning.But here’s the thing.The thing I really felt like I knew was that the real world sucks.And it is scary.College is awesome.You’re special here.You’re in the Ivy League, you are at the pinnacle of your life’s goals at this point—your entire life up until now has been about getting into some great college and then graduating from that college.And now, today, you have done it.The moment you get out of college, you think you are going to take the world by storm.All doors will be opened to you.It’s going to be laughter and diamonds and soirees left and right.What really happens is that, to the rest of the world, you are now at the bottom of the heap.Maybe you’re an intern, possibly a low-paid assistant.And it is awful.The real world, it sucked so badly for me.I felt like a loser all of the time.And more than a loser? I felt lost.Which brings me to clarify lesson number two.Tomorrow is going to be the worst day ever for you.But don’t be an asshole.Here’s the thing.Yes, it is hard out there.But hard is relative.I come from a middle-class family, my parents are academics, I was born after the civil rights movement, I was a toddler during the women’s movement, I live in the United States of America, all of which means I’m allowed to own my freedom, my rights, my voice, and my uterus;and I went to Dartmouth and I earned an Ivy League degree.The lint in my navel that accumulated while I gazed at it as I suffered from feeling lost about how hard it was to not feel special after graduation...that navel lint was embarrassed for me.Elsewhere in the world, girls are harmed simply because they want to get an education.Slavery still exists.Children still die from malnutrition.In this country, we lose more people to handgun violence than any other nation in the world.Sexual assault against women in America is pervasive and disturbing and continues at an alarming rate.So yes, tomorrow may suck for you—as it did for me.But as you stare at the lint in your navel, have some perspective.We are incredibly lucky.We have been given a gift.An incredible education has been placed before us.We ate all the fro-yo we could get our hands on.We skied.We had EBAs at 1 a.m.We built bonfires and got frostbite and had all the free treadmills.We beer-ponged our asses off.Now it’s time to pay it forward.Find a cause you love.It’s OK to pick just one.You are going to need to spend a lot of time out in the real world trying to figure out how to stop feeling like a lost loser, so one cause is good.Devote some time every week to it.Oh.And while we are discussing this, let me say a thing.A hashtag is not helping.#yesallwomen#takebackthenight#notallmen#bringbackourgirls #StopPretendingHashtagsAreTheSameAsDoingSomething

Hashtags are very pretty on Twitter.I love them.I will hashtag myself into next week.But a hashtag is not a movement.A hashtag does not make you Dr.King.A hashtag does not change anything.It’s a hashtag.It’s you, sitting on your butt, typing on your computer and then going back to binge-watching your favorite show.I do it all the time.For me, it’s Game of Thrones.Volunteer some hours.Focus on something outside yourself.Devote a slice of your energies towards making the world suck less every week.Some people suggest doing this will increase your sense of well-being.Some say it’s good karma.I say that it will allow you to remember that, whether you are a legacy or the first in your family to go to college, the air you are breathing right now is rare air.Appreciate it.Don’t be an asshole.Lesson number three.So you’re out there, and you’re giving back and you’re doing, and it’s working.And life is good.You are making it.You’re a success.And it’s exciting and it’s great.At least it is for me.I love my life.I have three TV shows at work and I have three daughters at home.And it’s all amazing, and I am truly happy.And people are constantly asking me, how do you do it?

And usually, they have this sort of admiring and amazed tone.Shonda, how do you do it all?

Like I’m full of magical magic and special wisdom-ness or something.How do you do it all?

And I usually just smile and say like, “I’m really organized.” Or if I’m feeling slightly kindly, I say, “I have a lot of help.”

And those things are true.But they also are not true.And this is the thing that I really want to say.To all of you.Not just to the women out there.Although this will matter to you women a great deal as you enter the work force and try to figure out how to juggle work and family.But it will also matter to the men, who I think increasingly are also trying to figure out how to juggle work and family.And frankly, if you aren’t trying to figure it out, men of Dartmouth, you should be.Fatherhood is being redefined at a lightning-fast rate.You do not want to be a dinosaur.So women and men of Dartmouth: As you try to figure out the impossible task of juggling work and family and you hear over and over and over again that you just need a lot of help or you just need to be organized or you just need to try just a little bit harder...as a very successful woman, a single mother of three, who constantly gets asked the question “How do you do it all?” For once I am going to answer that question with 100 percent honesty here for you now.Because it’s just us.Because it’s our fireside chat.Because somebody has to tell you the truth.Shonda, how do you do it all?

The answer is this: I don’t.Whenever you see me somewhere succeeding in one area of my life, that almost certainly means I am failing in another area of my life.If I am killing it on a Scandal script for work, I am probably missing bath and story time at home.If I am at home sewing my kids’ Halloween costumes, I’m probably blowing off a rewrite I was supposed to turn in.If I am accepting a prestigious award, I am missing my baby’s first swim lesson.If I am at my daughter’s debut in her school musical, I am missing Sandra Oh’s last scene ever being filmed at Grey’s Anatomy.If I am succeeding at one, I am inevitably failing at the other.That is the tradeoff.That is the Faustian bargain one makes with the devil that comes with being a powerful working woman who is also a powerful mother.You never feel a hundred percent OK;you never get your sea legs;you are always a little nauseous.Something is always lost.Something is always missing.And yet.I want my daughters to see me and know me as a woman who works.I want that example set for them.I like how proud they are when they come to my offices and know that they come to Shondaland.There is a land and it is named after their mother.In their world, mothers run companies.In their world, mothers own Thursday nights.In their world, mothers work.And I am a better mother for it.The woman I am because I get to run Shondaland, because I get write all day, because I get to spend my days making things up, that woman is a better person—and a better mother.Because that woman is happy.That woman is fulfilled.That woman is whole.I wouldn’t want them to know the me who didn’t get to do this all day long.I wouldn’t want them to know the me who wasn’t doing.Lesson Number Three is that anyone who tells you they are doing it all perfectly is a liar.OK.I fear I’ve scared you or been a little bit bleak, and that was not my intention.It is my hope that you run out of here, excited, leaning forward, into the wind, ready to take the world by storm.That would be so very fabulous.For you to do what everyone expects of you.For you to just go be exactly the picture of hardcore Dartmouth awesome.My point, I think, is that it is OK if you don’t.My point is that it can be scary to graduate.That you can lie on the hardwood floor of your dorm room and cry while your mom packs up your stuff.That you can have an impossible dream to be Toni Morrison that you have to let go of.That every day you can feel like you might be failing at work or at your home life.That the real world is hard.And yet, you can still wake up every single morning and go, “I have three amazing kids and I have created work I am proud of, and I absolutely love my life and I would not trade it for anyone else’s life ever.”

You can still wake up one day and find yourself living a life you never even imagined dreaming of.My dreams did not come true.But I worked really hard.And I ended up building an empire out of my imagination.So my dreams? Can suck it.You can wake up one day and find that you are interesting and powerful and engaged.You can wake up one day and find that you are a doer.You can be sitting right where you are now.Looking up at me.Probably—hopefully, I pray for you—hung over.And then 20 years from now, you can wake up and find yourself in the Hanover Inn full of fear and terror because you are going to give the Commencement speech.Dry mouth.Heart beats so, so fast.Everything in slow motion.Pass out, die, poop.Which one of you will it be? Which member of the 2014 class is going to find themselves standing up here? Because I checked and it is pretty rare for an alum to speak here.It’s pretty much just me and Robert Frost and Mr.Rogers, which is crazy awesome.Which one of you is going to make it up here? I really hope that it’s one of you.Seriously.When it happens, you’ll know what this feels like.Dry mouth.Heart beats so, so fast.Everything moves in slow motion.Graduates, every single one of you, be proud of your accomplishments.Make good on your diplomas.You are no longer students.You are no longer works in progress.You are now citizens of the real world.You have a responsibility to become a person worthy of joining and contributing to society.Because who you are today...that’s who you are.So be brave.Be amazing.Be worthy.And every single time you get a chance?

Stand up in front of people.Let them see you.Speak.Be heard.Go ahead and have the dry mouth.Let your heart beat so, so fast.Watch everything move in slow motion.So what?

You what?

You pass out, you die, you poop? No.And this is really the only lesson you’ll ever need to know...You take it in.You breathe this rare air.You feel alive.You be yourself.You truly finally always be yourself.Thank you.Good luck.

第四篇：梅丽尔斯特里普2010年在伯纳德学院的毕业演讲

梅丽尔斯特里普2010年在伯纳德学院的毕业演讲

作为获得奥斯卡提名最多的女演员，梅丽尔斯特里普独特的魅力和智慧，在这篇给伯纳德学院的毕业演讲中，以生动幽默的形式呈现，给这个历史悠久的女校的毕业生们带来终身难忘的精彩致辞。

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谢谢你们，撒皮尔主席，戈登女士，迪格曼主席，董事会的全体成员，尊敬的老师们，高兴的家长们，和了不起的2010届。如果你们足够幸运，坚持非常努力的工作，并且记住感谢信上每个人的名字，努力完成每项交给你的任务，并且，能够在发生问题之前就提前预料到，并且能够及时避免，那么你就能够避开灾难并且能够成功。

如果你在在法学院入学考试，医学院入学考试，以及其他的入学考试中取得很好的成绩，并且进入了你们理想的研究院，或者，获得了某个带薪的领导岗位的实习工作，或者，你用微型贷款拍摄的纪录片入选了圣丹斯电影节，并且得了奖，然后得到奥斯卡提名，并且赢得了奥斯卡奖。又或者，你和朋友设计的盈利性网站被某个投资人或者广告人看中，成为热门网站，不论这个网站是做生意，写博客，分享，做的很成功，你曾经暗自希望过，但从没指望过真的会实现，我向你保证，你认识或者爱戴的某人会来找你说：“能帮我给毕业生做个演讲么？” 你回答说：“当然，什么时候，2010年5月？2010？是的，还有好几个月呢！”然后这就是噩梦的开始。我们都做噩梦，我向你保证，就算你毕业已经从学校毕业四十年，你仍会做噩梦。大约约定日期前一周，某天半夜，你突然惊醒说：“哦！我有个报告但是我还没有读书呢！哦，我的天哪！”如果你已经是成功一族，人们以为你知道原因。人们认为你有义务，传播它，为年轻的思想播种施肥，让他们也知道成功的秘密，什么是你知道而别人不知道的，你开始自我反思，一个人审视自我，打开通往内心之门。像黑色蜘蛛网，灯泡也坏掉了，潮湿闷热的冰箱，不经考虑，过度安排的时间表，吃外卖的生活一切都是一团糟。在我需要的时候，我的作家朋友安娜昆得仑哪里去了？她在进行另一次写作旅行。

你们好，我是梅丽尔·斯特里普，今天我很荣幸，能给2010届的毕业生们讲一些关于关于成功小提示和鼓励。这是我个人的体会，希望能在你们人生的下一个阶段，也就是毕业后，给你们一些启示。撒皮尔主席，当我想到其他的尊敬的受奖者以及可敬的董事会成员们，许多功成名就的教工及其家属，那些真正做了实事，创造了的人们，而我，只是假装做了些事情，我可以想到3800人比我更合适，你也知道，我的成功完全依赖于人们所作的事。所以我不确定家长们是否认为我是个了不起的榜样。但我却是个善于在很多领域假装专家的专家。所以就像这篇演讲稍后将提到的其他事物一样，我是或者曾是个在舞台或银幕上接吻的专家。我是怎么准备的？好吧，很多准备工作是在新泽西州我的郊区高中或者在学校后面的某个角落完成的。其一受益于我在我工作的过程中有大量的亲吻。飞吻，回吻，等等，当然都是真实的吻，感觉像个妓女，因为演员的工作就是不得不和我们不喜欢甚至不认识的人接吻。你也许得亲吻朋友，不管你信不信，尤其尴尬，对我们这代人来说，很尴尬。

我其他的擅长领域还有，溪流泛舟、核辐射外泄、时尚搭配、咖啡种植、模仿波兰口音、法国口音、意大利口音、《麦迪逊之桥》里面的爱荷华式意大利口音，一些布朗克斯语，阿拉姆语，意第绪语，爱尔兰木屐舞，烹饪，唱歌，骑马，编织，拉小提琴，模仿暧昧的性接触，这些是一些我假装熟练并且取得成功的领域，反之亦然。我确定，就像在场的很多女性一样。女性，我认为可以有一定权威性的这样说，特别是在博特纳他们听不见我这样说，他们听不到我们说。女性比男性更适合表演。因为我们必须如此，因为成功说服某人，关于他不知道的某事，尤其是他比你地位高时，是一种生存技能。是千百年来女人赖以求生的方式。假装并不只是游戏。假装是想象可能性。假装或表演是我们都需要的非常宝贵的生活技能。我们从不希望被抓住是在假装，但它也是人类调适能力的一部份，我们可以改变自己，适应时代，并不只是出于生存考虑，或者为了让自己更有利。有时只是出于同情，我们甚至不会注意到是为了团体的利益。

我记得很清楚我自己第一次有意识的演戏。六岁的我，把妈妈的裙子罩在头上，抱着洋娃娃，在客厅里，扮演起耶稣诞生记的圣母玛利亚。怀抱着我的洋娃娃，我感觉安静平和，神圣，事实上，我改装的脸和变了的神态，我父亲记录在8毫米摄像机上，并且把我弟弟哈利也拉进来，跟着扮起约瑟和达纳。他们恍惚了，他们真的被我的专注带入了那个耶稣诞生的场景中。在我用普通的把戏使他们帮我做我想做的事，朝他们吼从来没有成功过，但是，那天，我学会了一些。

后来是九岁，我拿起妈妈的眉笔，仔细的照着我最爱的外婆脸上的皱纹，在自己的脸上画线，画满了自己的脸，然后让我妈拍照留念。今天当我再看时，当然，比起那时，现在的我当然更像那时的外婆了。但是我打从骨头里知道，当时我如何是感受到了她的年纪。我的背也驼了，我觉得身子沉重，但是我却很高兴，因为，我像她。

移情是演员艺术的中心。高中的时候，我迷上了另外一种表演：我想学习让自己吸引人。所以，我想像出一个受欢迎的校园美女，深入研究她，简单说，就像时尚杂志，十七岁，或者女士杂志中常出现的那种女孩儿。我模仿她的发型、唇膏、睫毛、服装，杂志页上那些漂亮但是相似的学校美女，我一天只吃一个苹果。我染了头发，拉直，我想要名牌服装，我妈妈这点没有同意。但是，我还是做了，我努力实践这个角色，比我认为的以前任何时候都努力。我还努力学习表现得孩子气，轻声地咯咯笑，我喜欢是因为，快笑完的时候，有“嗯哼”或者二“嗯哼哼”，这样比较孩子气，而且很可爱。这一切都是为了吸引男生，同时被其他女生接纳，这简直是不可能的。

通常在一个领域取得成功排除了其他成功。随着我对其他实物所作的选择，我致力于其他演员称之为自我调整。不只是外在的改变，我还从内在的个性下工夫。原本我的个性有点跋扈、固执，讲话大声，喜欢下命令，并且心高气傲，于是，我刻意培养柔软、亲和、甜美，甚至害羞的气质，只要你愿意的话，这招对男生非常有效，但其他女生却看出了我是装的，她们都不喜欢我。这是表演，她们能感觉得出来。也许她们是对的这不是玩世不恭的练习，这是我在练习已经退化的生存伎俩。到了高三，到我的改变和我本人很相称，我真的说服自己相信，我已经变成了这个人，这个漂亮、聪明、温柔的女孩，但是却没有坚持下去。你知道，在男生讲的各种蠢笑话时咯咯地笑、低下眼睛假装害羞，在男生高谈阔论的时候表现出顺从。我记得很清楚，这很有效。那些男生都因此更喜欢我，包括原来那些不喜欢我的，而我也乐得继续假装。这些都是有意识的，但是当时，我被此激励，并且感觉确实是完全真实的表演。43年前，我进了瓦瑟女子学院，那时它只招收女生，当时人们把同类的几个学校称为“七姐妹联盟”相当于女性版的“常春藤盟校”，我很快结识了一些让我终身受益的至交好友。在她们的帮助下，我的脑袋终于从对男孩子的竞争中醒了过来。我跳出了那个假装的自己，我再次发现了自己，我再也不必假装，我可以当笨蛋、发脾气、邋里邋遢、不修边幅，逗趣或者精明，有时咄咄逼人，有时很难对付，我的好友们一点也不介意。有次，我三周没有洗头发，她们也像接受毛绒玩具兔一样接受了我。她们这让我变得真实起来，不再是假模假样的玩具。不过，我还是把高中假装的这个女孩形象，储存在记忆里，后来拍《越战猎鹿人》时，我用这种形象来扮演片中的琳达。也许你们没有一个人看过这部电影，但是《猎鹿人》夺得了一九七八年奥斯卡最佳影片，罗伯特·德尼罗，克里斯·沃肯，一点儿也不好笑。我扮演的琳达就是一个蓝领阶级的小镇女孩，美丽、娴静、痴痴等待男友从越南战场回家。很多年纪跟我差不多的男人，包括前总统克林顿，我遇到他的时候，曾经跟我说，这个角色(琳达)是我演过的女人当中，他们最喜爱的一个。在我心里，我非常了解背后的秘密。这也证明了我高中时候的决定。我想说，不管怎样这并不是贬低那个女孩儿或者喜欢她的男性，因为她仍是我的一部分。我也是她的一部分。她并不仅仅是表演出来的，她只是那种被吓坏的女孩儿，顺从的女孩儿，处在弱势的女孩儿们所表现出的一部分特征，而那些真正遭受这些的女孩儿，不仅曾经如此，并将一直如此。在现代社会仍有很多这样顺从而弱势的女孩。但是世界已经改变了，今天，大部份男人都说，他们最喜欢我演的角色，是《穿着Prada的女魔头》里，那个难搞的时尚杂志总编辑米兰达。

现在，她已然是判定世界变化的标尺。男人们视她为最喜爱的角色。她就是米兰达·普瑞斯特利，这个电影中《天桥云裳》杂志社的头头是被其他人厌恶的极权主义者。在我看来，这是相当乐观的转变。他们想与米兰达一起，但又想跟琳达约会，他们会觉得对不起琳达但他们就是喜欢米兰达。同时，他们可以在她身上找到自己的影子：她为自己和其他人设下了太高的标准，身处领导高位却不知感恩，纠葛于“无人懂我”的观念中，还有孤独感。他们站在角色之外，他们即可怜她又爱上了她，但他们会这样像，是因为通过其他角色来看她。这点相当重要，电影行业工作者肯定知道，世界上最难的事就是试图让正常性取向的男性观众在看到女主角时能感觉到与她的联系，让他们在她的身上得到体现。这个因素更能解释我们选择某部电影的原因，以及为什么在女性为主角的电影中角色会相对稀少。这点对于女性观众来说更易接受，因为我们从小到大接触到的几乎都是男性角色，不管作者是莎士比亚还是塞林杰。理解哈姆雷特、罗密欧、迪波尔特、哈克·费恩或是彼得·潘内心的窘境对我们并不是一件困难的事。我仍记得握住剑柄上沿的感觉，我觉得我就是他。但对异性恋男孩们来说，要想他们与朱丽叶、黛斯迪蒙娜、彼得·潘中的温迪、小妇人中的乔、小美人鱼或是波科霍塔斯产生共鸣，可就难太多太多了。原因我不清楚，但就是如此。一直以来，如果是女性角色的话，人们一般都不会妄自对她加以猜测。而今按你们这代人的看法，这种状况已有所改变。男人总是在不断适应，他们会有意识的适应也会无意识的适应，甚至在为了整个群体的利益，他们会在自己都意识不到的情况下改变。他们最深层的偏见也会随着社会的变化而不断的改变。同样的一件事，也许他们的父辈会觉得很为难，祖辈甚至会厌恶。这种情感转变的原因就是移情作用。正如金所说，情感是意识的主要来源。要想将阳光开朗转化成冷漠阴暗继而做出冷酷行动，没有情感变化是不可能的。或者如伦纳德?科恩所说：“要注意缝隙，因为光线就是从那进来的。”而你们，巴纳德的年轻姑娘们，你们不用穿戴紧身束胸中来让自己看起来更可爱，也不用压抑自己的意见，只因你们还未离开校园。玩笑玩笑。你们的优势是接受了非常特别的教育。你们，将有着与男女同校的学生们截然不同的观点，并且能够创造出完全不同的可能性。

而这种差别将带给你怎样的效果暂时还不得而知，也许你们会像我一样，花40年才分析出你们的优势所在。今天我们即将进入的世界充斥着所谓的女性问题，人类男女不平等的问题就暗含在各种全球性问题中，从贫穷到艾滋病危机再到暴力原教旨主义军队的崛起、贩卖人口、践踏人权。你们将有机会且有义务，用你们敢于冒险的品德，加速这些问题的处理进程。这些地方非常需要你们，新闻媒体也是。到你们上场的时候了，你们或许会觉得很平凡，但其实一点都不平凡。有的只是不断改变，拒绝改变然后再次改变。

历史上从没有一个国家像今天这样给女性颁发高等学位。自男性主宰以来，长达100多年，还没有女性被允许进入这些建筑，除了做清洁之外。但要不了多久，也许更多的医学和法律的学位将授予女性。纵观世界，很多曾是他人财物的女性现在有了自己的财产。据《经济学人》杂志报道，在过去二十年中，女性雇员的增加已成为世界发展的主要动力。这些女性为全球生产总值的增加所做出的贡献比新科学技术或新兴大国印度和中国还要多。“缝隙”将无处不在：天花板，门板，法庭甚至是参议院的地板。你们知道，我27年前在瓦萨学院做了一个演讲。那个演讲绝对引起了一场轰动。每个人都喜欢，真的！汤姆·洛可考说那是他曾听过的最棒的毕业典礼演讲，当然我相信这个说法。而且那次演讲主旨的确立比这次简单的多。创作的很轻松，是因为我当时有很多感触。我当时刚刚做母亲，拥有两个奥斯卡奖，这一切恰巧又同时发生了。我以前很聪明，比如我知道发出什么样响声的热水壶才是好的热水壶。因为我在上高中，擅长全情投入地为球队呐喊助威，所以我会有那样的感觉，但是现在，我感觉，比起当时年轻的我，我现在只有当时懂的十六分之一。在今天来看，事情似乎都不是必然的。现在我60岁了，有4个孩子，他们都已经成年了，跟你们面对着同样的挑战。我对所有的事情更加充满希望，因为我仍很多不明白的，而我对它们充满好奇。我对于成功、名誉、名人的理解可以做另一场演讲了。关于它是如何将你从你的朋友、现实和自知中分离的。你的默默无名，其实那是你的财富，知道你失去它，你才会知道它的宝贵。到最后，从整个时间的长河来看，名气会让你的家庭多吃了多少苦，而做个名人又能有多么了不起。我知道邀请我来这里就是为了这个，为了我的名气。我已经赢得很多奖项，我为我的工作感到无比骄傲，相信我，不只是我一个人在做。我敢保证这些奖项只给我自己个人带来了很少的快乐。我自己的幸福和目标的感觉来自于富有感情的研究这个世界和从工作中移情。来自于保持敏锐、活泼、与爱的人保持联系，接触更广阔世界里的，更需要我帮助的人。

当你在电视上看到我，手拿奖杯侃侃而谈时，不要看我穿了什么，或者说了什么，那都只是表演。作一个名人，我学着隐藏，但是作一个演员，却打开了我的灵魂。今天，在这里，我不得不四处寻找一些可以与你们分享的有用的东西，我很感谢你们给我这个机会。你要知道你不一定要出名。你只需要让你的父母为你感到骄傲，而你已经做到了。为你们欢呼。祝贺你们。

第五篇：梅丽尔斯特里普2010年在伯纳德学院的毕业演讲

梅丽尔斯特里普2010年在伯纳德学院的毕业演讲.txt你不能让所有人满意，因为不是所有的人都是人成功人士是—在牛B的路上，一路勃起你以为我会眼睁睁看着你去送死吗？我会闭上眼睛的梅丽尔斯特里普2010年在伯纳德学院的毕业演讲

作为获得奥斯卡提名最多的女演员，梅丽尔斯特里普独特的魅力和智慧，在这篇给伯纳德学院的毕业演讲中，以生动幽默的形式呈现，给这个历史悠久的女校的毕业生们带来终身难忘的精彩致辞。

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谢谢你们，撒皮尔主席，戈登女士，迪格曼主席，董事会的全体成员，尊敬的老师们，高兴的家长们，和了不起的2010届。如果你们足够幸运，坚持非常努力的工作，并且记住感谢信上每个人的名字，努力完成每项交给你的任务，并且，能够在发生问题之前就提前预料到，并且能够及时避免，那么你就能够避开灾难并且能够成功。

如果你在在法学院入学考试，医学院入学考试，以及其他的入学考试中取得很好的成绩，并且进入了你们理想的研究院，或者，获得了某个带薪的领导岗位的实习工作，或者，你用微型贷款拍摄的纪录片入选了圣丹斯电影节，并且得了奖，然后得到奥斯卡提名，并且赢得了奥斯卡奖。又或者，你和朋友设计的盈利性网站被某个投资人或者广告人看中，成为热门网站，不论这个网站是做生意，写博客，分享，做的很成功，你曾经暗自希望过，但从没指望过真的会实现，我向你保证，你认识或者爱戴的某人会来找你说：“能帮我给毕业生做个演讲么？” 你回答说：“当然，什么时候，2010年5月？2010？是的，还有好几个月呢！”然后这就是噩梦的开始。我们都做噩梦，我向你保证，就算你毕业已经从学校毕业四十年，你仍会做噩梦。大约约定日期前一周，某天半夜，你突然惊醒说：“哦！我有个报告但是我还没有读书呢！哦，我的天哪！”如果你已经是成功一族，人们以为你知道原因。人们认为你有义务，传播它，为年轻的思想播种施肥，让他们也知道成功的秘密，什么是你知道而别人不知道的，你开始自我反思，一个人审视自我，打开通往内心之门。像黑色蜘蛛网，灯泡也坏掉了，潮湿闷热的冰箱，不经考虑，过度安排的时间表，吃外卖的生活一切都是一团糟。在我需要的时候，我的作家朋友安娜昆得仑哪里去了？她在进行另一次写作旅行。

你们好，我是梅丽尔·斯特里普，今天我很荣幸，能给2010届的毕业生们讲一些关于关于成功小提示和鼓励。这是我个人的体会，希望能在你们人生的下一个阶段，也就是毕业后，给你们一些启示。撒皮尔主席，当我想到其他的尊敬的受奖者以及可敬的董事会成员们，许多功成名就的教工及其家属，那些真正做了实事，创造了的人们，而我，只是假装做了些事情，我可以想到3800人比我更合适，你也知道，我的成功完全依赖于人们所作的事。所以我不确定家长们是否认为我是个了不起的榜样。

但我却是个善于在很多领域假装专家的专家。所以就像这篇演讲稍后将提到的其他事物一样，我是或者曾是个在舞台或银幕上接吻的专家。我是怎么准备的？好吧，很多准备工作是在新泽西州我的郊区高中或者在学校后面的某个角落完成的。其一受益于我在我工作的过程中有大量的亲吻。飞吻，回吻，等等，当然都是真实的吻，感觉像个妓女，因为演员的工作就是不得不和我们不喜欢甚至不认识的人接吻。你也许得亲吻朋友，不管你信不信，尤其尴尬，对我们这代人来说，很尴尬。

我其他的擅长领域还有，溪流泛舟、核辐射外泄、时尚搭配、咖啡种植、模仿波兰口音、法国口音、意大利口音、《麦迪逊之桥》里面的爱荷华式意大利口音，一些布朗克斯语，阿拉姆语，意第绪语，爱尔兰木屐舞，烹饪，唱歌，骑马，编织，拉小提琴，模仿暧昧的性接触，这些是一些我假装熟练并且取得成功的领域，反之亦然。我确定，就像在场的很多女性一样。女性，我认为可以有一定权威性的这样说，特别是在博特纳他们听不见我这样说，他们听不到我们说。女性比男性更适合表演。因为我们必须如此，因为成功说服某人，关于他不知道的某事，尤其是他比你地位高时，是一种生存技能。是千百年来女人赖以求生的方式。假装并不只是游戏。假装是想象可能性。假装或表演是我们都需要的非常宝贵的生活技能。我们从不希望被抓住是在假装，但它也是人类调适能力的一部份，我们可以改变自己，适应时代，并不只是出于生存考虑，或者为了让自己更有利。有时只是出于同情，我们甚至不会注意到是为了团体的利益。

我记得很清楚我自己第一次有意识的演戏。六岁的我，把妈妈的裙子罩在头上，抱着洋娃娃，在客厅里，扮演起耶稣诞生记的圣母玛利亚。怀抱着我的洋娃娃，我感觉安静平和，神圣，事实上，我改装的脸和变了的神态，我父亲记录在8毫米摄像机上，并且把我弟弟哈利也拉进来，跟着扮起约瑟和达纳。他们恍惚了，他们真的被我的专注带入了那个耶稣诞生的场景中。在我用普通的把戏使他们帮我做我想做的事，朝他们吼从来没有成功过，但是，那天，我学会了一些。

后来是九岁，我拿起妈妈的眉笔，仔细的照着我最爱的外婆脸上的皱纹，在自己的脸上画线，画满了自己的脸，然后让我妈拍照留念。今天当我再看时，当然，比起那时，现在的我当然更像那时的外婆了。但是我打从骨头里知道，当时我如何是感受到了她的年纪。我的背也驼了，我觉得身子沉重，但是我却很高兴，因为，我像她。

移情是演员艺术的中心。高中的时候，我迷上了另外一种表演：我想学习让自己吸引人。所以，我想像出一个受欢迎的校园美女，深入研究她，简单说，就像时尚杂志，十七岁，或者女士杂志中常出现的那种女孩儿。我模仿她的发型、唇膏、睫毛、服装，杂志页上那些漂亮但是相似的学校美女，我一天只吃一个苹果。我染了头发，拉直，我想要名牌服装，我妈妈这点没有同意。但是，我还是做了，我努力实践这个角色，比我认为的以前任何时候都努力。我还努力学习表现得孩子气，轻声地咯咯笑，我喜欢是因为，快笑完的时候，有“嗯哼”或者二“嗯哼哼”，这样比较孩子气，而且很可爱。这一切都是为了吸引男生，同时被其他女生接纳，这简直是不可能的。

通常在一个领域取得成功排除了其他成功。随着我对其他实物所作的选择，我致力于其他演员称之为自我调整。不只是外在的改变，我还从内在的个性下工夫。原本我的个性有点跋扈、固执，讲话大声，喜欢下命令，并且心高气傲，于是，我刻意培养柔软、亲和、甜美，甚至害羞的气质，只要你愿意的话，这招对男生非常有效，但其他女生却看出了我是装的，她们都不喜欢我。这是表演，她们能感觉得出来。也许她们是对的这不是玩世不恭的练习，这是我在练习已经退化的生存伎俩。到了高三，到我的改变和我本人很相称，我真的说服自己相信，我已经变成了这个人，这个漂亮、聪明、温柔的女孩，但是却没有坚持下去。你知道，在男生讲的各种蠢笑话时咯咯地笑、低下眼睛假装害羞，在男生高谈阔论的时候表现出顺从。我记得很清楚，这很有效。那些男生都因此更喜欢我，包括原来那些不喜欢我的，而我也乐得继续假装。这些都是有意识的，但是当时，我被此激励，并且感觉确实是完全真实的表演。43年前，我进了瓦瑟女子学院，那时它只招收女生，当时人们把同类的几个学校称为“七姐妹联盟”相当于女性版的“常春藤盟校”，我很快结识了一些让我终身受益的至交好友。在她们的帮助下，我的脑袋终于从对男孩子的竞争中醒了过来。我跳出了那个假装的自己，我再次发现了自己，我再也不必假装，我可以当笨蛋、发脾气、邋里邋遢、不修边幅，逗趣或者精明，有时咄咄逼人，有时很难对付，我的好友们一点也不介意。有次，我三周没有洗头发，她们也像接受毛绒玩具兔一样接受了我。她们这让我变得真实起来，不再是假模假样的玩具。不过，我还是把高中假装的这个女孩形象，储存在记忆里，后来拍《越战猎鹿人》时，我用这种形象来扮演片中的琳达。也许你们没有一个人看过这部电影，但是《猎鹿人》夺得了一

九七八年奥斯卡最佳影片，罗伯特·德尼罗，克里斯·沃肯，一点儿也不好笑。我扮演的琳达就是一个蓝领阶级的小镇女孩，美丽、娴静、痴痴等待男友从越南战场回家。很多年纪跟我差不多的男人，包括前总统克林顿，我遇到他的时候，曾经跟我说，这个角色(琳达)是我演过的女人当中，他们最喜爱的一个。在我心里，我非常了解背后的秘密。这也证明了我高中时候的决定。我想说，不管怎样这并不是贬低那个女孩儿或者喜欢她的男性，因为她仍是我的一部分。我也是她的一部分。她并不仅仅是表演出来的，她只是那种被吓坏的女孩儿，顺从的女孩儿，处在弱势的女孩儿们所表现出的一部分特征，而那些真正遭受这些的女孩儿，不仅曾经如此，并将一直如此。在现代社会仍有很多这样顺从而弱势的女孩。但是世界已经改变了，今天，大部份男人都说，他们最喜欢我演的角色，是《穿着Prada的女魔头》里，那个难搞的时尚杂志总编辑米兰达。

现在，她已然是判定世界变化的标尺。男人们视她为最喜爱的角色。她就是米兰达·普瑞斯特利，这个电影中《天桥云裳》杂志社的头头是被其他人厌恶的极权主义者。在我看来，这是相当乐观的转变。他们想与米兰达一起，但又想跟琳达约会，他们会觉得对不起琳达但他们就是喜欢米兰达。同时，他们可以在她身上找到自己的影子：她为自己和其他人设下了太高的标准，身处领导高位却不知感恩，纠葛于“无人懂我”的观念中，还有孤独感。他们站在角色之外，他们即可怜她又爱上了她，但他们会这样像，是因为通过其他角色来看她。这点相当重要，电影行业工作者肯定知道，世界上最难的事就是试图让正常性取向的男性观众在看到女主角时能感觉到与她的联系，让他们在她的身上得到体现。这个因素更能解释我们选择某部电影的原因，以及为什么在女性为主角的电影中角色会相对稀少。这点对于女性观众来说更易接受，因为我们从小到大接触到的几乎都是男性角色，不管作者是莎士比亚还是塞林杰。理解哈姆雷特、罗密欧、迪波尔特、哈克·费恩或是彼得·潘内心的窘境对我们并不是一件困难的事。我仍记得握住剑柄上沿的感觉，我觉得我就是他。但对异性恋男孩们来说，要想他们与朱丽叶、黛斯迪蒙娜、彼得·潘中的温迪、小妇人中的乔、小美人鱼或是波科霍塔斯产生共鸣，可就难太多太多了。原因我不清楚，但就是如此。一直以来，如果是女性角色的话，人们一般都不会妄自对她加以猜测。而今按你们这代人的看法，这种状况已有所改变。男人总是在不断适应，他们会有意识的适应也会无意识的适应，甚至在为了整个群体的利益，他们会在自己都意识不到的情况下改变。他们最深层的偏见也会随着社会的变化而不断的改变。同样的一件事，也许他们的父辈会觉得很为难，祖辈甚至会厌恶。这种情感转变的原因就是移情作用。正如金所说，情感是意识的主要来源。要想将阳光开朗转化成冷漠阴暗继而做出冷酷行动，没有情感变化是不可能的。或者如伦纳德?科恩所说：“要注意缝隙，因为光线就是从那进来的。”而你们，巴纳德的年轻姑娘们，你们不用穿戴紧身束胸中来让自己看起来更可爱，也不用压抑自己的意见，只因你们还未离开校园。玩笑玩笑。你们的优势是接受了非常特别的教育。你们，将有着与男女同校的学生们截然不同的观点，并且能够创造出完全不同的可能性。

而这种差别将带给你怎样的效果暂时还不得而知，也许你们会像我一样，花40年才分析出你们的优势所在。今天我们即将进入的世界充斥着所谓的女性问题，人类男女不平等的问题就暗含在各种全球性问题中，从贫穷到艾滋病危机再到暴力原教旨主义军队的崛起、贩卖人口、践踏人权。你们将有机会且有义务，用你们敢于冒险的品德，加速这些问题的处理进程。这些地方非常需要你们，新闻媒体也是。到你们上场的时候了，你们或许会觉得很平凡，但其实一点都不平凡。有的只是不断改变，拒绝改变然后再次改变。

历史上从没有一个国家像今天这样给女性颁发高等学位。自男性主宰以来，长达100多年，还没有女性被允许进入这些建筑，除了做清洁之外。但要不了多久，也许更多的医学和法律的学位将授予女性。纵观世界，很多曾是他人财物的女性现在有了自己的财产。据《经济学人》杂志报道，在过去二十年中，女性雇员的增加已成为世界发展的主要动力。这些女性为

全球生产总值的增加所做出的贡献比新科学技术或新兴大国印度和中国还要多。“缝隙”将无处不在：天花板，门板，法庭甚至是参议院的地板。

你们知道，我27年前在瓦萨学院做了一个演讲。那个演讲绝对引起了一场轰动。每个人都喜欢，真的！汤姆·洛可考说那是他曾听过的最棒的毕业典礼演讲，当然我相信这个说法。而且那次演讲主旨的确立比这次简单的多。创作的很轻松，是因为我当时有很多感触。我当时刚刚做母亲，拥有两个奥斯卡奖，这一切恰巧又同时发生了。我以前很聪明，比如我知道发出什么样响声的热水壶才是好的热水壶。因为我在上高中，擅长全情投入地为球队呐喊助威，所以我会有那样的感觉，但是现在，我感觉，比起当时年轻的我，我现在只有当时懂的十六分之一。在今天来看，事情似乎都不是必然的。现在我60岁了，有4个孩子，他们都已经成年了，跟你们面对着同样的挑战。我对所有的事情更加充满希望，因为我仍很多不明白的，而我对它们充满好奇。我对于成功、名誉、名人的理解可以做另一场演讲了。关于它是如何将你从你的朋友、现实和自知中分离的。你的默默无名，其实那是你的财富，知道你失去它，你才会知道它的宝贵。到最后，从整个时间的长河来看，名气会让你的家庭多吃了多少苦，而做个名人又能有多么了不起。我知道邀请我来这里就是为了这个，为了我的名气。我已经赢得很多奖项，我为我的工作感到无比骄傲，相信我，不只是我一个人在做。我敢保证这些奖项只给我自己个人带来了很少的快乐。我自己的幸福和目标的感觉来自于富有感情的研究这个世界和从工作中移情。来自于保持敏锐、活泼、与爱的人保持联系，接触更广阔世界里的，更需要我帮助的人。

当你在电视上看到我，手拿奖杯侃侃而谈时，不要看我穿了什么，或者说了什么，那都只是表演。作一个名人，我学着隐藏，但是作一个演员，却打开了我的灵魂。今天，在这里，我不得不四处寻找一些可以与你们分享的有用的东西，我很感谢你们给我这个机会。你要知道你不一定要出名。你只需要让你的父母为你感到骄傲，而你已经做到了。

为你们欢呼。

祝贺你们。