Regarding: Pull Your Pants Up, Girl.

In response to the many public and private responses I've received on my former post, I've decided to reblog. (Reblog, HA! Will the flux of new verbage ever end?)(HA! "Verbage")

If you haven't read the initial post yet, I recommend you do so before reading this response, lest you get confused. To read the initial post and subsequent comments, click here. To return to this post, click the Thank You, Virginia Woolf up top.

Well, well. So you think I sound like a mom, huh? Everyone's saying so, not just the folks willing to call me out in "public". Lemme make a few things clear.

I don't actually think these people should be chaperoned. I understand that they're adults. I was in college three years ago. It's not exactly a generation ago. But I'm 27 now. And most of those kids were 19 and are still in their first year of getting-drunk-and-fucking. That first year is always a shit kicker, until you realize you have the rest of your life to get drunk and fuck, and then most of us slow it down a little. I was just shocked at how young they looked, and at how young I really was at 19, without knowing it.

I was also speaking specifically about the culture of these people. Somehow, I'd rather see a stoned hippie chick with hairy armpits shamelessly throwing herself at a stoic revolutionary type with Che Guevara's bio in his back pocket, than see the same behavior happen as how I describe it in my blog below. Maybe that's just me being a judgmental asshole. But it seems that these weekend drunkfests are all these girls have. They have nothing else to occupy that part of their desire. They're rearing behaviors that will last into adulthood, possibly their whole lives. Maybe, at some point, they'll dress differently. But they'll likely make poor choices in relationships and then teach their own daughters this wacky behavior around men. Because they'll have nothing else to turn to. Not political leanings, or a fierce passion for existential literature or Russian constructivist sculpture. Again, insert the possibility of me being a judgmental asshole here. I'm just saying, despite the roster of dean's list achievers in the room, I just can't imagine that these girls were vying to become Nobel laureates.

Sex. Men. Attention. Self worth. It seems these things were being equated exclusive from all other things.

What I describe as promiscuity... I should have been more clear about this. A little bit I'm shocked that the people closest to me didn't interpret it differently, knowing me as you do. I mean, I'm not exactly, eh, prude. Free love, people, do it! But know yourself. Have some self respect. Share the experience of sex, don't just give your shit away. And don't for a second let it define your worth.

To read the initial post and subsequent comments, click here.