Apologies for the dearth of posts---I spent a long weekend in Vegas for my brother's bachelor party, and then had to do the whole re-entry thing once I arrived back in Richmond. Did you know food goes bad in the fridge if you leave it in there too long?
Anyways, catching up on my reading once I returned, I came across a fascinating article in the New York Times devoted entirely to a lengthy treatise on women's college hook-up experiences: Sex on Campus - She Can Play That Game, Too.
Can she now? Well, who knew. A certain Casanova (or would that be Casanovette?) claims that "she [enjoys] casual sex on her terms --- often late at night, after a few drinks, and never at her place, she noted, because then she would have to wash the sheets." One wonders: does she ever wash her sheets at all, or is she that lazy?
Well, it's a clever sexual stratagem, and justified thusly:
“I definitely wouldn’t say I’ve regretted any of my one-night stands,” she said.
“I’m a true feminist,” she added. “I’m a strong woman. I know what I want.”
At the same time, she didn’t want the number of people she had slept with printed, and she said it was important to her to keep her sexual life separate from her image as a leader at Penn.
There's just so many confusing things going on here, it makes my prudish head spin. What does being a "feminist" have to do with "knowing what you want?" Does she think non-feminist women simply have no idea what they want? And what does being a "strong woman" have to do with not regretting your choices? I'll concede her strength but raise her a non sequitur. I consider myself a "strong man," or whatever, but I've done plenty that I regret.
The last bit is golden, though. She "doesn't want the number of people she had slept with printed" because she's worried it will interfere with her "image" as a "leader." So she's a non-regretful strong feminist who is nevertheless aggressively demure about how many people she's gone to bed with; consequently, if we're to take her at her word, she's telling us that the tenets of feminism are incompatible with those of leadership! What a weird lady.
The article later details the story of another female student:
In November of Haley’s freshman year, a couple of months after her first tentative “Difmos,” or dance-floor makeouts, she went to a party with a boy from her floor. She had too much to drink, and she remembered telling him that she wanted to go home.
Instead, she said, he took her to his room and had sex with her while she drifted in and out of consciousness. She woke up with her head spinning. The next day, not sure what to think about what had happened, she described the night to her friends as though it were a funny story: I was so drunk, I fell asleep while I was having sex! She played up the moment in the middle of the night when the guy’s roommate poked his head in the room and asked, “Yo, did you score?”
Only later did Haley begin to think of what had happened as rape...
Hardline feminists often like to claim that if the woman is drunk, then the sex is rape, no exceptions. They never seem to address the possibility of the man's being drunk, as well; instead they seem to depend on the male to safeguard the female's sexuality, akin to the puritanical social impulses they once hoped to shed: even if he's hammered out of his mind, it's still his responsibility. It's an incredible double standard, and one that perfectly encapsulates the fundamental hollowness of modern-day Western feminism. You've come a long way, baby.