"Trigglypuff" is a perfect representation of SJW political correctness on campus
04-28-2016, 06:38 AM
I have nothing to contribute to this thread. So I'll reminisce about a much better time in society. The time when I was in college -- the Bush I era.
Yes, it's becoming ancient history. But it's important to remember what life was like once upon a time in the good ol' U.S.A.
1. We had one fat chick on the entire dorm hall. And by today's standards, she wasn't even that fat. My friend used to wear a "No Fat Chicks" t-shirt and once said he felt embarrassed wearing it when she passed by. But not embarrassed enough to stop wearing the shirt. No one complained about the shirt.
2. They'd show porn movies on the all-girls floor of the dorm during "Oktoberfest week" -- a week supposedly dedicated to "competition between dorm floors," but really an excuse to get totally debauched. Some of the guys showed up to the movies in Hugh Hefner-styled bathrobes.
3. Speaking of porn, one time the cable system mysterious offered a week's free access to an "adult channel." The staff obliviously let the students watch it on the dorm lobby TV, as if it was "Family Matters." I have a distinct memory of walking into the dorm and hearing someone on the TV moan "Daddy f*ck me!" This incident made it into one of my music reviews in the college paper and was a source of amusement to many.
4. The "sex ed" they gave us at the beginning of each school year was: "Here's how to avoid pregnancy and disease -- come by the health center later if you want to buy any of this stuff or need a shot." The end.
5. No one complained about the massive Thursday night fraternity blowouts. The brainiacs knew to study in the library that night to avoid the noise.
6. The big-deal leftist protest was against Apartheid in South Africa. The hippies put up a shanty to protest it, and sat outside at night singing songs. Sometimes I'd join in on my guitar and torment them by playing acoustic versions of disco songs. You had to be there.
7. The theater productions often featured nudity and/or near nudity. Some of it was courtesy of a woman who later went on to become a soap opera star.
8. I don't ever remember any instance of sexual assault charges being filed between students -- and I was the editor the college paper and saw all the police logs. The one instance we had of rape was an outsider coming onto the campus.
9. Professor-student affairs went on -- and they went on in both directions, sometimes with female professors and male students. No one said anything. Affairs also went on between staff members and students.
10. The gay kids had their own subculture and were happy to be left alone. Most all of them were "out," but not obnoxious about it. No one really cared that much. My dorm hall had hardcore lacrosse jocks in the room across the hall from the gayest of gay guys, one of whom played opera loudly.
11. Expulsions and suspensions were non-existent. When my friend got caught hacking into the administrations' top-secret computer, they arrested him but didn't press charges. The admin seemed bemused by the incident and got him help secure their system as punishment. He's now a very successful computer whiz.
12. Speaking of whiz, a group of us once caught some drunk visitor to our dorm pissing in the stairwell. We escorted him out of the building and had them send in a team to clean it. End of story.
13. The weird gay guys in the Fine Arts Building would leave gay porno mags in the bathrooms. We'd take them, then slip them under the doors of the girls in our dorm as they slept. Much hilarity ensued when the girls woke up with copies of "Honcho" staring them in the face.
14. I haven't mentioned drugs. That's because they were so prevalent that they were like food. You didn't even notice it after a while. The hall I lived on my freshman year was so full of stoners they named it after a Pink Floyd album. The Resident Assistants (the students in charge of each hall) looked the other way, and so did the cops. No one wanted high profile arrests and so long as no one was getting hurt, they didn't care.
15. The only feminism I remember came in the form of the "Women's Union," which was made up of around five frumpy chicks with old lady names like "Miriam." Even the hardcore leftists made fun of them.
16. They never protested the many nude art exhibits at the library. I forgot to mention those. Some were student exhibits that had self-portraits of the female artists.
An actual conversation:
Michelle: "Did you like my piece that got selected for the exhibit?!"
Me, thinking about her bare breasts in the photo: "Uh...um...yeah!"
How do you answer that kind of a question?
17. The big protests, believe it or not, were by a Christian student group which was usually bothered by those aforementioned library art displays. They were led by a girl who was actually pretty hot. We were going to put her on the front page for the final issue of one school year, but opted instead to put a photo of a sunbathing female student in a bikini instead. (If there wasn't the rule about no photos of females here, I'd scan the pic since I actually kept that issue.)
***
After I graduated, I returned in the mid-'90s to sit on a student-alumni board called the "Publication Council," which oversaw the newspapers and magazines. At one meeting, a rather agitated young guy stood up and started demanding we make a rule ensuring "freedom of speech" in the student paper. The new female editor, it turns out, had required something called "politically correct language" be used in the articles. He felt it was wrongheaded and destroying the entire concept of journalism.
No one knew what the f*ck he was talking about.
Yes, it's becoming ancient history. But it's important to remember what life was like once upon a time in the good ol' U.S.A.
1. We had one fat chick on the entire dorm hall. And by today's standards, she wasn't even that fat. My friend used to wear a "No Fat Chicks" t-shirt and once said he felt embarrassed wearing it when she passed by. But not embarrassed enough to stop wearing the shirt. No one complained about the shirt.
2. They'd show porn movies on the all-girls floor of the dorm during "Oktoberfest week" -- a week supposedly dedicated to "competition between dorm floors," but really an excuse to get totally debauched. Some of the guys showed up to the movies in Hugh Hefner-styled bathrobes.
3. Speaking of porn, one time the cable system mysterious offered a week's free access to an "adult channel." The staff obliviously let the students watch it on the dorm lobby TV, as if it was "Family Matters." I have a distinct memory of walking into the dorm and hearing someone on the TV moan "Daddy f*ck me!" This incident made it into one of my music reviews in the college paper and was a source of amusement to many.
4. The "sex ed" they gave us at the beginning of each school year was: "Here's how to avoid pregnancy and disease -- come by the health center later if you want to buy any of this stuff or need a shot." The end.
5. No one complained about the massive Thursday night fraternity blowouts. The brainiacs knew to study in the library that night to avoid the noise.
6. The big-deal leftist protest was against Apartheid in South Africa. The hippies put up a shanty to protest it, and sat outside at night singing songs. Sometimes I'd join in on my guitar and torment them by playing acoustic versions of disco songs. You had to be there.
7. The theater productions often featured nudity and/or near nudity. Some of it was courtesy of a woman who later went on to become a soap opera star.
8. I don't ever remember any instance of sexual assault charges being filed between students -- and I was the editor the college paper and saw all the police logs. The one instance we had of rape was an outsider coming onto the campus.
9. Professor-student affairs went on -- and they went on in both directions, sometimes with female professors and male students. No one said anything. Affairs also went on between staff members and students.
10. The gay kids had their own subculture and were happy to be left alone. Most all of them were "out," but not obnoxious about it. No one really cared that much. My dorm hall had hardcore lacrosse jocks in the room across the hall from the gayest of gay guys, one of whom played opera loudly.
11. Expulsions and suspensions were non-existent. When my friend got caught hacking into the administrations' top-secret computer, they arrested him but didn't press charges. The admin seemed bemused by the incident and got him help secure their system as punishment. He's now a very successful computer whiz.
12. Speaking of whiz, a group of us once caught some drunk visitor to our dorm pissing in the stairwell. We escorted him out of the building and had them send in a team to clean it. End of story.
13. The weird gay guys in the Fine Arts Building would leave gay porno mags in the bathrooms. We'd take them, then slip them under the doors of the girls in our dorm as they slept. Much hilarity ensued when the girls woke up with copies of "Honcho" staring them in the face.
14. I haven't mentioned drugs. That's because they were so prevalent that they were like food. You didn't even notice it after a while. The hall I lived on my freshman year was so full of stoners they named it after a Pink Floyd album. The Resident Assistants (the students in charge of each hall) looked the other way, and so did the cops. No one wanted high profile arrests and so long as no one was getting hurt, they didn't care.
15. The only feminism I remember came in the form of the "Women's Union," which was made up of around five frumpy chicks with old lady names like "Miriam." Even the hardcore leftists made fun of them.
16. They never protested the many nude art exhibits at the library. I forgot to mention those. Some were student exhibits that had self-portraits of the female artists.
An actual conversation:
Michelle: "Did you like my piece that got selected for the exhibit?!"
Me, thinking about her bare breasts in the photo: "Uh...um...yeah!"
How do you answer that kind of a question?
17. The big protests, believe it or not, were by a Christian student group which was usually bothered by those aforementioned library art displays. They were led by a girl who was actually pretty hot. We were going to put her on the front page for the final issue of one school year, but opted instead to put a photo of a sunbathing female student in a bikini instead. (If there wasn't the rule about no photos of females here, I'd scan the pic since I actually kept that issue.)
***
After I graduated, I returned in the mid-'90s to sit on a student-alumni board called the "Publication Council," which oversaw the newspapers and magazines. At one meeting, a rather agitated young guy stood up and started demanding we make a rule ensuring "freedom of speech" in the student paper. The new female editor, it turns out, had required something called "politically correct language" be used in the articles. He felt it was wrongheaded and destroying the entire concept of journalism.
No one knew what the f*ck he was talking about.