Almost immediately, I buried this dream deep within my new plastic dorm drawers.
I told myself that I was a feminist, despite subjecting myself to unfulfilling, emotionally damaging sexual experiences. *** I had a puppy-love relationship with my high school boyfriend, the kind you see in movies. I loved learning and made Phi Beta Kappa my junior year. But my internal life was characterized by paralyzing anxiety and depression. I drove myself to excessive exercising and near-anorexia. While there was a major gulf between my public self and my private one, the one thing that remained consistent were my politics. I led a popular student website and was active in the arts and athletics. Your privileged ass has nothing to complain about,” you’re right.Hanna Rosin epitomizes this perspective in her article for The Atlantic, “Boys on the Side”: “To put it crudely, feminist progress right now largely depends on the existence of a hookup culture.And to a surprising degree, it is women—not men—who are perpetuating the culture, especially in school, cannily manipulating it to make space for their success, always keeping their own ends in mind.People who want to hook up on a system like this value privacy. If you’ve got a free night in a big city, Pure just might do the trick for you.