“When it’s so easy, when it’s so available to you,” Brian says intensely, “and you can meet somebody and f*ck them in 20 minutes, it’s very hard to contain yourself.”
Twice in the last year has a lengthy feature magazine article made me literally sick to my stomach.
The first, of course, was the Rolling Stone piece on the alleged fraternity gang rape at the University of Virginia (now proven false). The second comes this month by way of Vanity Fair. As I read its 6,400-word exposé, “Tinder and the Dawn of the ‘Dating Apocalypse’” – my stomach gripped in knots.
Pardon my bluntness, but it tells the tale of droves of young women who are apparently allowing themselves to be frequently and repeatedly used as nothing more than short-term repositories for men’s penises. Do they get pleasure out of such ventures? Hardly, according to the report, which quotes women who never reach orgasm during these trysts and complain that 90 percent of the men out there are just a bunch of “fuckboys,” defined as young men who sleep with women “without any intention of having a relationship with them or perhaps even walking them to the door post-sex.” (more...)
As if college girls didn't have enough competition:
Time to boot out the church feminists and entice the guys back to your parish?
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