Girls Gone Wild
So spring break just happened, and I got as close to Girls Gone Wild as I probably ever will (for the record, I’ve never actually seen Girls Gone Wild, so I don’t really know what I’m talking about). Some of the activities were fairly innocuous: I went skinny dipping for the first time. Other activities—like a foursome in the shower—were a bit more inappropriate by some standards. I could regale you with tales of stolen phones and inappropriate text messages, closet hook-ups, sex on the beach, drunk introductions, cops, brownie night, people falling asleep with their shoes on, etc. etc. etc. (to be clear, I didn’t do all of that. Just most of it).
From Musicandmischief.com
While it all makes for a highly entertaining story, in the “real world” my experiences would be stigmatized. I don’t even want to think about what Rush Limbaugh would say. But the beauty of spring break was that in all cases judgment was suspended, from all parties. Akin to my fellow blogger in “Operation Slut,” I decided that my spring break was going to be epic, and I set out to make it so. It was really nice to not have any of my classmates judge me, or even bug me beyond the probably-deserved and good-natured jibes and heckles. Hell, I was laughing at myself, so I couldn’t exactly stop them.
But of all the parties who suspended judgment, the most important party was myself. During my freshman year of college, I freaked out the weekend I made out with someone different on Friday and Saturday night—I was convinced I was a slut. I followed up that freak-out with an extended period of casual sex, but then I got tired of it, and I haven’t had casual sex since. Until this spring break. I cut myself some slack, let loose, and had a great time.
I’ll be back to academia next week, and all that it entails. I won’t be able to get away with 3.5 hours of sleep, and I’ll have to go grocery shopping, and I’ll have to read books and do problem sets and pretend I understand 16th century poetry in another language. In this non-spring-break world, I know people who argue that destigmatizing sex would make it less meaningful, and cheaper. Perhaps it’s obvious, but I am in firm disagreement, on many different levels. However, in the interest of brevity, I will just say this: everyone involved had fun; we’re all safe; and we’re all friends.
