Last week an anonymous student published this article in the Daily Princetonian. In it, she discusses the mistakes she made her first year at college, and the way they’ve taught her to hate the hookup culture:
I was so sheltered and naive as a freshman that I can barely believe I
am that same person today. And I just wish someone had told me that the
reality of hooking up is monumentally different from what I was
expecting. I wish someone had told me that you don’t get into a
relationship by meeting someone on the Street and taking him home or
that they won’t even text you the next day. I wish someone had told me
that when a guy says, “Hey, I want to show you this really funny video,
but it’s in my room,” he’s going to show you much more than a video. And
the awkwardness that happens when your hookup flat out pretends you
don’t exist the day after? No one warned me about that!