Posted on 05/01/2008 7:00:20 AM PDT by forkinsocket
However high-minded their courses may sound – "Mirror of Princes," say, or "The Political Philosophy of Aristotle" – college students today enter a low hook-up culture when they leave the classroom. In case you don't know, a hook-up is a brief sexual encounter between two partners who don't necessarily know each other before and who don't necessarily want to know each other after. And it's free. The sort of transient sex that once was available to men only for money can now be had, without paying, from college women – as long as the man is a fellow student and minimally artful about his approach. If he is thwarted in one overture, he may try another with a reasonable prospect of success.
No doubt lurid anecdote and popular myth cause us to exaggerate the actual frequency of campus hook-ups: Most college students do not share in these delights. But most students also believe that "everyone does it," even if the individual student, for some reason, cannot locate a partner. Thus an active minority sets the tone and makes hooking up a "culture." When there are no sexual boundaries, either official or informal, the standard becomes the extreme, and all students feel the pressure to appear more promiscuous than they are. The traditional double standard of sexual conduct – more restrictive for women than for men – has been replaced by the single standard of the predatory male.
In "Sex and the Soul," Donna Freitas, an assistant professor of religion at Boston University, acutely describes this "liberated" campus culture and wisely analyzes its effects. She is especially concerned to measure conduct and expectation against the inner life of students, including their religious feeling or "spiritual" selves. Over and over again she finds a conflict that does not resolve itself happily.
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Yep. Almost sounds planned that way. (hehe, no tin foil hat here)
But it makes me wonder. First, killing any babies that might be conceived, then kill college students with STD’s. Anyway you look at it, it is an invitation to more kids ruining their lives, (and their children’s lives) is increased .... is it geometrically or exponentially? Don’t know for sure. But increased, you bet.
Never would have picked you for a FReeper.
Apparently, I didn't have the proper F-Connector.
My daughter told me that she and a date went to a college dance. "When it got a little sketchy, we went outside and said a Rosary."
So long as the encounter didn't finish with your daughter shrieking "Oh God! , Oh God!"....
Very educational thread...and the comments are worth reading. ;-)
As in: "I like your hair. Wanna ****?"
End goal:
Destruction of all traditional American societal values.
View everything you see the left doing through this prism.
I was thinking this was going to be about static line jumps. Instead, it’s about he loss of humanity for the purpose of instant gratification. Funny thing that the younger generations always scream about their “identity”, yet, they do the very things that makes them lose it.
I know it's a joke, but I'll play amateur etymologist anyway. The term is one originally used by musicians -- a "one night stand" is a gig that only lasts, wait for it, one night. You move on in the morning.
Its all fun and games until someone gets all kinkier than thou...ha ha ha
You'll run into the same problem with women who think it would be fun to record a videotape of a sexual encounter. Oh, they talk a mean game, but as soon as you get to the bedroom, they start yelling that the gaffer and the sound guy have to leave.
It's never fun when you pull out your coax and she was expecting high-def. If you really want to impress, you'd better be offering instant replay and on demand, too.
The technology has gotten so good that some women decide they don't need a cable at all. If she's not happy with the connection, she'll just take the old rabbit ears out of a drawer and take care of it herself.
ROTFLMAO! Maybe she'll let me watch.
Way back last century a male friend of mine and I went bar hopping. His technique was to approach any slightly inebriated female and ask, "How about a Lewinsky" (understand -- I'm using the accepted euphemism here -- Little Monica was still in diapers at this point in time).
I asked him if that ever worked. He replied that he got slapped, had drinks thrown on him, or was threatened by a large biker boyfriend nine out of ten times. "But the tenth time . . ."
There really is nothing new under the sun. I'm sure drunken Roman soldiers were using the "Hey li'l lady, wanna . . ."
Tell the Mrs. to call a plumber or electrician and ask their weekend rate.
Then make the pitch that learning a trade will pay off big time before going to College.
After someone has been in the “real world” working for a couple of years, College becomes more about learning skills to get ahead more than parties.
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