The College Porn Culture


I wished to write more about how sensational a feeling is to trust your hubby. And I don’t mean trust him with doing chores but trust him with yourself, entirely, with your life and honor.

Such a subject is broader than the reasonable space a blog post would allow. Maybe putting it inside an ebook will do, only to find the necessary time… But until that time will come, I still wish to give you some frugal thoughts in short.

From the press review, let us stop at this article: Should College Students be Getting Their XXX Degrees?, by Ashley Herzog.

I agree wholeheartedly that we should study the political and legal aspects of porn, as well as its effect on our relationships and sexualities. But is open-minded exploration of these issues really taking place in most classrooms? Nah. Instead, X-rated classes are often excuses for students to get their rocks off and get class credit for it, guided by pervy professors who have a prurient interest in their students’ sex lives. Defenders of the porn curriculum should check out “Sex and God at Yale” by alum Nathan Harden. Although limited to one campus, many pornified campuses are going the way of Yale.

Yes, it’s always good to notice where the science ends, where the impersonal and analytic study gives room to the animal in the man. Because let me tell you that most women, especially of college age, have no actual urge of expressing their feelings of such an explicit manner, regardless of men’s wet dreams.

Besides, college curriculum has an already poignant enough feeling of non-consensuality. Yes, you went to college because you liked biology, or maths, etc., but learning and studying is not exactly leisure. You are forced to perform the labour of learning, acquiring new knowledge and advancing through semesters. With a pornified curriculum, I can hardly find a small place for the acclaimed consensuality that makes porn legal and pleasurable to all the parts involved: the actors and the watchers as well.

While some students undoubtedly think this campus culture is a sweet deal, it creates a hostile, harassing atmosphere for others–especially women. An entire section of Harden’s book is titled “Yale’s war on women: How Yale sends the message to students that women should be valued for their bodies, rather than their minds.”

Yale attracts some of the brightest, most talented young women in the country. But when they arrive on campus, they are shown degrading hard-core porn in class and encouraged to participate in “porn star lookalike” contests. Older students rank incoming freshmen on physical attractiveness. Yale made headlines for a string of incidents involving fraternities, in which young men marched around campus chanting “No means yes, yes means anal” and carried signs declaring, “We love Yale sluts.”

Female students are valued for their willingness to “hook up” and have casual sex with their classmates–and this degradation is egged on by professors and administrators. Harden recounts how the Dean of Students sent out an email on Halloween, ostensibly to address the issues of sexual assault and campus safety.

The sad story of Yale’s “war on women” hides under the rug of emancipation but walks no farther than the free culture of the Stone Age: macho men making their rules and “thinking” that poor women can’t get enough of their share… to serve…

Lucky me, during my college years, I was incidentally harassed by silly rumors pretending that I was making porn at that time.

This nonsense, while amusing hubby quite some, had nothing to do with teachers or the curriculum, just gals’ gossip.

Turns out that, quarter a century later, I have a few adult sites and I like to expose my nudity and to write about my sex life. But now I’m a(n) (old?) lady “pushing fifty” and my mind is TOTALLY DIFFERENT from how I saw the world during my college years. Oh no, “different” may not be the right term to describe this. Guess that “opposite” would make a better fit.

Just wondering, what if I had been forced by a pornified curriculum at that time, harassed by male colleagues, having to do things AGAINST MY WILL? This kind of scars carve deep wounds through the soul of a young woman. Terrible ghosts will haunt her sleep decades after. Aversion and, most likely, DISGUST for the male perspective on erotica will get rooted in her conscience. Regardless if the lady will eventually watch (or do) some kind of porn, she will carry her college traumas along. A BAGGAGE that no one likes.

If I’d be young again (oh my, oh my), then I’d let the whole porn-learning theories, and practice, on hubby’s hands. Can’t trust a campus male mob to teach me about my sexuality. Just talking for myself here…

 

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