When college women are free to do what they want, some of them are going to want to behave like college jackasses. They’re going to drink, swear, hook up sloppily and indiscriminately, barf in the streets, and generally act like boorish male characters in straight-to-DVD sex comedies. Oh, and one more thing: despite what an entire subgenre of concernmongering Little Girls Lost trend pieces on the phenomenon might have you think, they’re perfectly happy.
The latest in what seems like an endless series of articles examining the lifestyle choices and vaginal occupancy rates of college women focuses on Princeton’s infamous Tiger Inn, a co-ed dining club on campus that serves as a sort of Ivy League den of iniquity for the nation’s future George W. Bushes. Since its court-ordered gender desegregation 22 years ago, the TI (as the cool kids call it, I guess) has become the place to go for Princeton’s hardest partiers. The initiation process is exactly the sort of thing you’d expect from an eXtReMe frat-like establishment on a college campus populated by rich bored children living outside of their parents’ home for the first time — goldfish swallowing, exposure to the elements, naked butt touching, etc. And once students are in, the debauchery continues. From The Atlantic,
I heard the Tiger Inn stories: competitive projectile vomiting, harmonious chanting of “tits for beer,” and naked guys standing on tables while strumming their “penis guitars.” I looked on—kind of horrified, but also transfixed.
What’s noteworthy about the Tiger Inn is that last year, for the first time, the majority of people who tried to get in were women. But here’s where the moralizing we normally see in pieces like this stops and actual analysis of the reasons women would care to join begins.
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