Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Sodom and Gomorrah would be tame by the standards of our modern day college campuses

Is it any wonder that colleges are a hotbed for sexual dysfunction when so many of them tolerate, and too many actively encourage, stripping human intimacy from the most intimate of human encounters? Is it any wonder that things like rape, false rape claims, and unhappy sex encounters too murky to put in either category are prominent at places that celebrate drunken barnyard rutting and the hook-up culture? The tragedy is that many schools facilitate this broken culture. Two examples are in the news:

The University of Toronto Sexual Education Centre (SEC) is kicking off its annual Sexual Awareness Week next Monday at the Oasis Aqua Lounge, a club that bills itself as a water-themed adult playground, where swingers are welcome and  but sex is allowed everywhere (except the hot tub).  Yes, that means sex out in the open where everyone can see you. (By the way, aside from this special event for the college students, this sex club is open for couples and for women only -- except for one day a week, Wednesdays, when single men are also welcome. So much for "enlightenment" and all that.)

Some are calling the event at the Oasis Aqua Lounge a school-sanctioned orgy. One student called it “a degradation of the whole purpose of sex.” Sex without commitment, she said, is “not harmless psychologically or physically, regardless of one’s views on morality.”

If the orgy is not up your alley, the SEC is also offering an afternoon of pornography. Sounds very educational.

At Exeter University, students partied in their underwear and less as part of the annual Safer Sex Ball, but then something happened that shook the school. Video footage emerged of two students, a male and a female, engaged in an intimate sex act, and it was posted on the internet. In the explicit four-minute clip, a woman is seen standing with her male friend next to a pool table in a bar at the university.She is wearing a very short skirt while he is dressed in shorts, a cape and a headband. The unidentified couple embrace in a sustained clinch before they shed their clothes and lose all inhibitions. (The photo is a blurred shot from the video.)

And now the school is shocked -- shocked, I tell you! -- that sex is going on at the Safer Sex Ball!

A 20-year-old student summed up what this Ball is allow about: "The whole ball is disgusting anyway. They pretend it’s about safe sex and Aids to give them an excuse to wear nothing and get off with each other."

Writer Heather MacDonald once wrote about the strange parallel universe that exists on college campuses -- with the sexual grievance industry that sees predation oozing from every male zipper pitted against the sex free-for-all-ists. In MacDonald's essay "The Campus Rape Myth," she wrote:

The campus rape industry may decry ubiquitous male predation, but a campus sex industry puts bureaucratic clout behind the message that students should have recreational sex at every opportunity.
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Modern feminists defined the right to be promiscuous as a cornerstone of female equality. Understandably, they now hesitate to acknowledge that sex is a more complicated force than was foreseen. Rather than recognizing that no-consequences sex may be a contradiction in terms, however, the campus rape industry claims that what it calls campus rape is about not sex but rather politics—the male desire to subordinate women. The University of Virginia Women’s Center intones that “rape or sexual assault is not an act of sex or lust—it’s about aggression, power, and humiliation, using sex as the weapon. The rapist’s goal is domination.

This characterization may or may not describe the psychopathic violence of stranger rape. But it is an absurd description of the barnyard rutting that undergraduate men, happily released from older constraints, seek. The guys who push themselves on women at keggers are after one thing only, and it’s not a reinstatement of the patriarchy. Each would be perfectly content if his partner for the evening becomes president of the United States one day, so long as she lets him take off her panties tonight.
Personally, I don't know what to make out of any of this, except I long for the day when young people learn what they need for life on-line, at night, while they hold down full-time jobs after high school. The peculiar ritual of going to college has outlived its usefulness and exists solely to line the pockets of a bunch of faculty members who are trying to avoid working for a living.