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Bloated On Beer
The second
inference—"having
fun"–depends of course on
your definition of the word
"fun." If it's getting bloated on
beer, getting blasted by some
over-amplified rock group, and
getting thrown in a mudpile
during IFC weekend, then
that's your hangup. I can only
hope you outgrow it someday.
Having "Fun:" A Lifestyle That Is A Foregone Conclusion
The third–"getting laid"–is
a little harder to rebut, because
it is a perversion of a genuine
human need for sex, and, even
more, for affection. When said
in any other way than sort of
tongue-in cheek, it means using
a girl or a woman as an object
for physical needs, as a way to
smother your fears.
"Meaningful relationship" may
be a cliche, but sincere contact
is not.
This syndrome is a holdover
from the days when the
University was all-male, and a
"date" was an expensive
weekend. Fortunately,
co-education has shown that
you don't have to engage in
tribal rites like "going down
the road" to meet a woman.
And, even more, it has
shown that women are not
some type of foreign animal to
be shipped in and out when the
need arises, but individuals
with needs.
-FRATERNITIES DO
GOOD DEEDS. Fine. If you
want to join a fraternity
because of the charity drives it
gives, then your motives are
way ahead of your experience.
-FRATERNITIES ARE
PART OF THE UNIVERSITY.
Okay. But so are Food
Services, Wahoo-wah, and D.
Alan Williams. Which doesn't
mean you have to like them.
-FRATERNITIES ARE
CHANGING. This is like asking
you to join the Army because
it's changing: it admits
something is wrong without
tracing the causes. Even in new
and hipper uniforms,
fraternities fight the same old
battles against individual
development.
The Cavalier daily Tuesday, September 12, 1972 | ||