Our pal Tbogg is commenting on Katherine J. Lopez, who in turn commented on the Duke rape deal. I'm afraid this time, our compatriot Santorums the dog
First, my disclaimer about Lopez. K-Lo is pretty much an idiot in my view. But stopped clocks, and all that.
Second, my disclaimer about myself. As one who has reveled in sexual exploits, I'll stack my liberal and libertine cred up against yours any day. In a good way, I mean. And in all the years I've reveled in the Kiss 'n' Tickle, the Joyous Yelp of Reciprocal and Reciprocatin' Release, the Back Arching Voluntary Near Drowning, the Wham Bam Yikes! Thank you, God, I've never needed to trade formula and juice boxes for a desperate single mom's twenty minute grip, never had to have a junkie lick the ashes of her self-respect off of my member in anticipation of her next jolt.
Tbogg's comment, containing K-Lo's quote:
Finally Katherine Jean Lopez, or K-Lo to the uninitiated, a woman who presumably met men and spoke with them when she attended college, writes (in all seriousness. Seriously! I'm not making this up) this:
When the Duke story broke, I reflexively thought, looking beyond the (big) rape allegation: "Why are college guys having stripper drunken parties? That's conduct unbecoming sensible young men."
Never has hilarious and sad been so connected in such a deep, mysterious and unexplainable way.
It's like looking into the face of God. And He's laughing too.
Tbogg seems incredulous at the idea that college guys having stripper/hooker parties is not a good, hip thing. In fact it's pretty pathetically uncool. And this is my opinion, speaking as one who, rather than treasuring my virginity, tried, as quickly as possible, to get rid of it. Sex, even young college guy sex, is loads of fun, and nobody has to be damaged or exploited. Stripper parties thrown by a bunch of Abercrombie & Gap blister dicked young Republicans are anything but, even if a couple of the backfield guys are registered as Democrats.
A bunch of preppie fucks hiding from real women at some creepy jack-off version of "The Woman Hater's Club" IS just fuckin' pathetic. After these square jawed scions of America's power elite get their cramped hands around a diploma instead of their units, they'll turn into the kind of shitball bosses that will turn their arrested development to hassling the chicks at the office, investigating whether new female job candidiates may intend to turn traitor and get knocked up, and later, to cheating on your Mom with some lacquered Republican real estate agent. As they make their way up the ladder of success, they become the spouse abusers that George W likes to appoint to FDA posts, or maybe they become congressmen like the Dukester, and starting earmarking expenditures for normal wholesome business/government coalitions like Watergate Whores 'n' Lobbyist parties.
Don't confuse even the pre-(alleged)rape antics of these miserable jock bastards and the sad, desperate workers in the ejaculation industry, with the erotic explorations of more balanced and respectful people of both sexes.
It is really pretty retrograde to think that a lively sex life naturally equals exploitation and degradation.
Ashcroft, hands off our wholesome hook-ups!
Santorum, get thee away from me and my tube of Astroglide!
Even if nobody was raped, this little jock-boy bash was icky and its organizers and participants are socially retarded sleazebags! And probably College Republicans, to boot (pardon the expression).
P.S. Spare me the "freedom of the marketplace in sexual expression" reply. I've met and known (don't be a smartass) prostitutes and sex workers. For every self-possessed sexual adventuress, there are a dozen lip-glossed grim toilers who resemble nothing so much as that sad doggie at the shelter, the one you know ain't getting taken home to the houseful of happy kids.