Those of us who were fortunate enough to get sex education in school know it’s ultimately not much use at all. From embarrassed school nurses to fact-focused science teachers, there are few sex ed classes that actually get down to the sex part.
Being a college student affords many opportunities for both drinking and sex. They’re available in copious quantities, and it can be great. What would college be without them? (OK, Brigham Young University, but never mind that.) When you drink and then have sex, it might seem like a good idea at the time, but it rarely is.
Sex is a minefield of dos and don’ts, expectations, and screw-ups. Sometimes it’s hard to talk frankly about mashing your body into and against someone else’s body. I mean come on, it’s ridiculous. But talk you must – because otherwise stereotypes and tropes will get the best of you. Consider premature ejaculation.
It’s not surprising the NFL would use breast cancer as a tool to reach women. Eleven out of 12 months of the year the focus is on men, with a few token mentions for women. But come October, the pink comes out in full force across America, and the NFL will be no exception during Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Finally the nagging wife becomes an even better source of profit. Who doesn’t want to save the boobies?
Right before the start of the quarter, strange art projects began to pop up all over campus. At first, devoid of signs to decode them, they were a mystery. Slowly the exhibition took shape as “Mad Campus” just before school started. Within a couple weeks, the various installations were vandalized twelve separate times.