Thursday, November 12, 2009

Put out or you're a male chauvinist pig

4 comments:

Mr roT said...

We've come to be a uniquely privileged but empty and squalid culture whose members have commoditized everything, including each other.

I suppose it is possible to imagine a modus more degrading to the human spirit than drinking to facilitate talking and talking just to provide a vestige of a relationship with one's (proposed) casual sexual partner, but it takes some work.

What's next? If there's no shame as it stands, then there's no need to cover it with drink and going through the motions of a little pretend meeting of the minds.

Who cares about the mind anyway at a university?

I propose for future generations a method of academic hooking up that eliminates these anachronistic fig leaves. It's the oldest profession, and is already being practiced in an intellectual sense by the professoriate at universities in the US, so it is perfectly natural that students participate as well, but with parts of their bodies that function better than their brains.

University bookstores could provide the arrangements as they have experience dealing in used books, and according to my memory, know well how much to pay on payback and charge for damaged and filthy goods.

This bit of honesty may come at some price to the self esteem of the community but only at first and in the end will save its members from the degrading experience of ballgames, frat parties, and DUI convictions. Also, alcohol will be restored to its rightful place among the thinking community, if there is any at the university, as a stimulus for speculation, philosophizing, and (opposite of its current use) meeting of the minds.

Mr roT said...

Pay on buyback I meant. Oh well. Probably everyone on that board rightly thinks I am just pissed because I ain't gettin any--chicks or ideas. And they're right.

I like your little ditty, AA, but the ones on the girl in the bank yesterday were nicer.

Ah, we're just bitter old fucks.

Tecumseh said...

Hey, man, try to cheer me up, instead of crying in your wine, willya?

Mr roT said...

Dr Feelgood speaketh!