Once I had been an undergraduate at Georgetown University into the early 1990s, my roomie and I also decked out like prostitutes for Halloween. We purchased fishnets, wore our tightest, sexiest clothing and sauntered down like we had been the greatest girls alive.
I recall that evening fondly, despite the fact that my feminist sensibilities cringe a small now. For me personally, that costume had been a kind of intimate experimentation. We thought we would dress sexier than We ever endured and also to extend the boundaries of the thing I considered appropriate. And in those days, i did son’t understand other people who’d done it.
We think about university as a spot where children, maybe clear of their moms and dads’ watchful eyes for the very first time, can experiment intimately. Yet, my small adventure nearly two decades ago appears innocent compared with hookup tradition — a lifestyle of unemotional, unattached sex — so common on campuses today. Read more