Once I had been an undergraduate at Georgetown University within the very early 1990s, my roomie and I also decked out like prostitutes for Halloween. We purchased fishnets, wore our tightest, sexiest clothing and sauntered away like we had been the greatest girls alive.
I recall that evening fondly, despite the fact that my sensibilities that are feminist a small now. In my situation, that costume had been a kind of intimate experimentation. We made a decision to dress sexier I considered acceptable than I ever had and to stretch the boundaries of what. And in those days, i did son’t understand someone else who’d done it.
We consider university as a location where young ones, maybe free of their moms and dads’ watchful eyes when it comes to time that is first can experiment intimately. Yet, my small adventure very nearly two years ago appears innocent compared with hookup tradition — a lifestyle of unemotional, unattached sex — so predominant on campuses today.