Quote: (11-27-2014 11:22 PM)Glock Wrote:
I attended and graduated from UVA. I lived in C'Ville. I'm a Wahoo. I dated a sorority girl at UVA, although I myself didn't join a fraternity. (In my view, it was a big waste of a lot of money.) I crashed mixers and knew people in the Greek scene.
This Rolling Stone story does not ring true to me and does not match anything I heard or saw at UVA. The suggestion that fraternities at UVA are "rape factories" is ludicrous. Pretty much all those kids were from wealthy families and had their acts together -- extremely high-achieving, intelligent, and civilized people. UVA is also ultra-serious about its honor code. One bad check and you can be expelled.
The fraternities did not have a reputation for engaging in assaults, rape, or anything similar. Anyone who tells you differently is off base. If anything, the culture there is protective of girls who get drunk and can't look out for themselves. The notion that a group of female UVA students would pressure a fellow freshman girl not to report a seven-person multi-hour marathon gang rape (during which the victim is beaten and raped with a bottle on top of broken glass) is beyond ridiculous.
This is going to be the Duke Lacrosse case all over again. Apparently, people learned nothing from that experience.
I second this, but with my own experiences at the University of Maryland. I was never in a frat, but funny enough my best friends were fraternity presidents, for ATO and SAE. Most of the guys were academically-inclined and the partying never got that wild.
In fact, some of the guys seemed a bit stuffy or "dad-like," as if they hoped joining a frat might loosen them up. We had much better parties at the college newspaper (where every after-hours production night was an excuse to go wild).
The places where real debauchery went on were:
1). Spring break. Take women out of their environment and remove potential social shaming and they go insane.
2). The "druggie floors" of the dorms. The wildest things I witnesses happened freshman year when I was placed on a floor with a bunch of stoners. Cocaine, grain alcohol, two girls who would actively troll for sex and drugs (yes, I fell victim to their schemes), people tripping on "greens" and vomiting in the hall, nude photo sessions (don't ask), and someone throwing a chair through a lounge window. At least one girl had an abortion first semester and one guy wound up dead because of a drunk driving accident.
There was no forcible sex as far as I knew, but the resident drug dealer, Scott, would regularly trade drugs for sex -- and at least a few girls were willing. (Scott left after first semester, having achieved a 0.00 grade point average since he never attended a class.)
One of the guys who was the biggest instigator of trouble went out one night to a heavy metal bar called Hammerjacks and came back after the dorm doors were locked at 2 a.m. The asshole at the front desk didn't open the door quick enough...so he and his metalhead buddies simply kicked the glass in, opened it, and went to their rooms. Cops soon swarmed the place.
Then there was the night some other maniac was pissed at the same jerk at the front desk for being rude. So, he got a ride home, came back with some tools, and dismantled a round table in the lounge -- which he and some friends rolled down a flight of steps at 3 a.m. while the a-hole was working the front desk. This scared the hell out of the front desk guy (it woke him up) and prompted yet another call to the cops.
I cannot tell a lie. I was the mastermind behind the legendary table-roll-down-the-steps. And it would have gotten me thrown out of a frat had I been in one.