"What if sleeping with some guy is squashing his motivation to go out and find the true love of his life because his immediate sexual needs are being met? Meanwhile, some other girl is doing the same with the guy you're supposed to be with."
Pictures are flashed, on profiles, when I'm out with friends, to show the sexy guy that's pursuing them. It's fun, initially. I laugh and participate in it too, while loathing my complicity in something I know we are all harmed by and baffled at our participation in a system that does not serve us.
Hooking up is supposed to be a fun, safe way of exploring your sexuality, no matter whom or what you're into at the moment. But as with any exploration, there is a set of basic rules that can keep you safe and off the radar of the town's gossip queen, with your reputation in intact.
Sometimes a spontaneous move in the right moment sparks something great; thus, every offer should not be rejected. So, instead of a rule, I've created a flow chart to help me decide if I will sleep with someone I meet at a party.
Hook-up culture creates a strange binary: on the one hand, students are having casual sex. On the other hand, students are having no sex at all. With the exception of an occasional long-term relationship, there is virtually nothing in-between.
I am beyond thrilled to acknowledge that girls today are being brought up in a generation that promotes empowerment and equality. Yet many young girls emulate women who are flexing their muscles on a stripper pole, and not in the boardroom.
In the avant-garde literature of the 1960s, female pubic hair was everywhere. Pubic hair marked the site we all wanted to see, to touch, to enter. It marked pleasures yet to come. Not today: Pubic hair has gone missing.
While I haven't met Snooki, I do know a real housewife of New Jersey, 43-year old Medford Lakes mother of two, Margo Pellegrino. She's currently paddling an outrigger canoe down the Pacific Coast from Seattle to San Diego.