I cannot fathom the idea that while males have a certain degree of freedom in their physical expression, female students of all ages are constantly sent home for "distractions" ranging from pink hair to nose piercings to strapless prom dresses.
As a woman, I exist solely to be commented upon -- unsolicited opinions, either positive or negative (their stupidly contrasting judgments only further show the caprice of the male gaze), are mandatory conditions to which I tacitly agree upon entering the public sphere.
It's not that I don't ever want anyone to look at me. I subtly admire people's aesthetic qualities on a daily basis, but I don't think it's unreasonable to ask not to be whistled at like some sort of farm animal or have my body parts discussed obscenely.
"I just think that..." he paused, searching for the words. I suppressed a seasoned urge to interrupt him and change the subject. He finally continued: "I just have always thought of you as a sex god, not as boyfriend material." He smiled at me bashfully, as if he'd just paid me a great compliment.
Read and weep or laugh, shake your head -- but be warned. If you dismiss this frat email as a joke or more of the "acceptable" "just being guys" open season on women -- you are missing that drone in the sky.