What’s up with Duke University? Seems every time there’s a scandal around sex, violence or sexual violence in academia, Duke’s the institution in question. A mere month after the leak of Karen Owen’s thesis listing and rating the guys she’d slept with while a student at Duke, the university is once again playing shame-faced host to more sexual ridiculousness.
Apparently, a bunch of jackass frat boys sent three hundred girls Halloween party invitations that read, “Whether your [sic] dressing up as a slutty nurse, a slutty doctor, a slutty schoolgirl, or just a total slut, we invite you to find shelter in the confines of Partners D…come and show off the costumes you put more thought into than your major.”
Gee, I don’t know what’s more shocking: guys in fraternities spewing foul, misogynistic dribble while trying to score some tail or guys getting into Duke University without knowing the difference between “your” and “you’re.”
My college was one of those small, artsy fartsy places where the Greek system barely existed. The biggest fraternity was made up of film students and future record label execs, not jocks or soon-to-be Fortune 500 suits. Yet, at one of their parties, I overheard one frat bro say to another, “these girls are so drunk, they won’t even notice when we rape them.”
It was then I understood one of the great truths of American society: frat boys are meatheaded, beer-ponging idiots. Their good looks, coupled with a childhood of popularity and privilege, fuel their hormones and turn them into Neanderthals. This is why we should reprimand them for being pigs, but not waste any time wondering why they’re so darn piggy. Not all of them, of course, but definitely the ones who keep getting into trouble.
Still, creepy as they are, these Halloween shindig hosts at Duke have a point. What’s with all the “slutty,” “naughty” and/or “dirty” costumes? It’s as if young females pick an occupation or personality, slap the word “slutty” on it, then consider themselves costumed. Slutty pilgrim, slutty parking lot attendant, slutty pancake. The possibilities are endless.
I was a teenage girl once. Then I was a college chick and later a twentysomething woman. So I know what it’s like to want to be smart, successful and accomplished, yet also wildly attractive to boys. I wore low-cut shirts and talked openly about sex, both because it gave me a charge and because I thought men would be more intrigued. And I was as excited by the men who thought I was sexy and someone worth getting to know, as I was confused by the guys who couldn’t take me seriously.
Now, I’m one of those wise women who watch younger generations of women stumble around bars in six-inch stilettos or shiver in the winter cold in their mini skirts and slinky tops. I see them in clubs undulating against the crotches of men they don’t know. I overhear them bragging about guys they got drunk with and screwed at parties only to wonder why they haven’t called the next day.
And this past Halloween, I saw legions of slutty witches, slutty pirates and slutty cheerleaders giddily heading to holiday parties. I’m not sure if these girls do these things because they’re harboring a massive sexuality that still lacks the maturity to manage itself, or whether they’re following the lead of a Girls Gone Wild culture. Either way, I want to pull these ladies aside and say, ‘he’s not gonna call after you bone him at a party then puke Woo Woo shots onto his bed.’ And, ‘sorry, doll, if your breasts are falling out of your shirt, that’s all homeboy’s gonna notice.’
It ain’t fair. Some men haven’t gotten with the program and accepted women as their sexual equals. But some women may need to start realizing being the hottest chick at the party is easy when you’re barely wearing anything. Besides, being the hottest chick may get you laid, but not much else. As the Duke boys so graciously revealed, even if the hottest chicks at the party are gifted young women, brilliant enough to get into one of the nation’s top universities, ‘we still think you’re dumb sluts.’
And that’s something no Naughty Girl Scout costume will ever change.
*Photo taken from azcentral.com.
**Reprinted from Laura K. Warrell's blog Tart & Soul at www.TartandSoul.com.