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Ask Glassbrain - July 6, 2010
What are the best lies to get laid?
Five senior students and I schmooze at a metal mesh table behind a black wrought-‐iron
fence on a sidewalk restaurant patio. /ƚ͛Ɛ ĂďŽƵƚĨŽƵƌ Ž͛ĐůŽĐŬ͕ ƚŚĞ ƐƵŶ ŝƐ ƐŚŝŶŝŶŐ͕ our last class
ended hours ago, ĂŶĚ ǁĞ͛ǀĞ ƌĞƚŝƌĞĚ ƚŽ ƚŚŝƐ ůŽĐĂů ǁĂƚĞƌŝŶŐ ŚŽůĞ ĨŽƌ ƉůĞĂƐĂŶƚ company, not to
mention the product from this microbrewery. They are filled with chatter, a mix of
bewilderment and anticipation. tŚĂƚ͛ƐŶĞdžƚ͍
Graduation looms.
Jobs are scarce. Their plans are vague. They ask about graduate school. They ask about
resumes. These are bright 20-‐somethings, the products of a state
college where mostly working class kids have studied to purchase
a punched ticket to board the Middle Class ExpressͶtheir
diploma. No one plans a future at the family firm. They have no
connections to Wall Street. TheLJ͛ǀĞĂůƌĞĂĚLJďŽƌƌŽǁĞĚƚŽƚŚĞŵĂdž͕
ƐŽĚŽŶ͛ƚĞǀĞŶďƌĞĂƚŚĞ͞LĂǁƐĐŚŽŽů͘͟/͛ǀĞďĞĞŶĞĚƵĐĂƚŝŶŐƚŚĞŵƚŽ
the difference between a job and a career͘/ƚ͛ƐǁŚĂƚ/ĚŽ.
Cilla, the only woman with us on the patio, worked her way
through school in a mere five years by serving pizza. If there had
been Ă ŵĂũŽƌ ŝŶ ĞdžŽƚŝĐ ƚŽƉƉŝŶŐƐ͕ ƐŚĞ͛Ě ŚĂǀĞ ďĞĞŶ magna cum
laude. Post-‐graduation, she has landed a summer food service gig
at a nearby yacht club. EŽ ŽŶĞ ƐĂLJƐ ͞ǁĂŝƚƌĞƐƐ͟ ĂŶLJ ŵŽƌĞͶtoo
sexist. No one says sexist, either. Say: too gender-‐specific. Are you
with me? Try to keep up.
Cilla figures her upscale customers will be generous tippers. She knows her good figure,
broad smile, and blonde hair that cascades past her shoulders will pry open wallets. Twenty-‐
two, an accomplished actress, varsity volleyball player, and a realist, when I ask she projects
that she will earn a few thousand dollars by Labor Day. If nothing more ĚĞǀĞůŽƉƐ͕ ƐŚĞ͛ůů
abandon Martinis to return to pepperoni while plotting her next move.
The guys at the table are smitten, of courseͶwho would not be?Ͷand that applies to
the professor nearly triple her age. My affection is less about lust than admiration, ďƵƚƚŚĂƚ͛Ɛ
not likely the condition of the younger men. These are nice, good, respectful, guys; they have
known each other and Cilla for months at least, years more likely͘ dŚĞLJ͛ǀĞ ŶĂǀŝŐĂƚĞĚ college
together; the finish line is in sight.
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Cilla lives nearby, so when she needs to walk her dog, she adjusts her big amber
sunglasses, finishes her one beer, thanks me for a nice semester, and leaves us. Few students
live on campus. Local landlords make out like bandits by renting units for three times what they
are worth to kids who divide the rent in ratio to useable floor space. Cilla͛Ɛroommate is male,
but these days that is not enough to presume romance, though it seems to be the case.
Once Cilla is gone, I feel like an anthropologist who has parachuted into a remote places
where the tribe squats in mud-‐huts. Stir the fire pit. /ƚ͛ƐƚŝŵĞƚŽƚĂůŬ͘The prof will become the
student. My lesson in guy-‐speak starts.
We seek your wisdom, Glassbrain, one of the guys begins. They lean in, smiling. The
nickname is one I hear all the tiŵĞ͖ŝƚ͛ƐŚŽǁ/ƐŝŐŶŵLJĞŵĂŝůƐ͘ tŚĂƚ͛ƐĂŐŽŽĚƉŝĐŬ-‐up line?
͞Say your name and ask ĨŽƌŚĞƌƐ͕͟/ƐĂLJ͘
They laugh, knowing I must have deliberately misunderstood. But the semester is over.
They are not allowing me to get away this easily. To get her to go home with you, I mean, he
says. The others nod. There are smiles all around. One of the guys gestures for a second round.
͞Just be yourself͕͟/ƐĂLJ͘
They hoot derision. This, they see, is hopeless. The semester may be over, but I insist on
spouting the party line. I am Mr. Rogers at the entrance to the Roman orgy. These guys have
been students for a looooong time. They are done with that stuff. /ƚ͛ƐƚŝŵĞĨŽƌƚŚĞƌĞĂůĚĞĂů͘
/ĚŽŶ͛ƚǁĂŶƚƚŽget married; I want to get laid! Laughter is general.
͞Oh, you want to know what lies to tell!͟
They nod. Glassbrain is finally on the correct page. They lean closer, and looking at their
beer-‐brightened eyes I wonder just when and how their education went sour.
Nearly two generations after technology separated sex and pregnancy, not to mention a
social movement that elevated gender equality to a matter of law, after the marches, Supreme
Court Justices, national female political candidates from the left and right, my guysͶthe pride
of the college who will be laden with academic bling when they walk across the platform to
accept their diplomasͶ ask me for the mysteries known to Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack.
Ring-‐a-‐ding-‐ding-‐ding.
WeƌĞŶ͛ƚǁĞsupposed to be past that? But here we are again; good Cilla has left us, and
my guys transform ŝŶƚŽƚƌŽŐůŽĚLJƚĞƐ͘'ŝǀĞ͚ĞŵĂĐůƵďĂŶĚĂĐĂǀĞ͕ƚŚĞLJďĞĚƌĂŐŐŝŶŐǁŽŵĞŶŽĨĨďLJ
the hair.
What the hell is going on here?
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I sip my drink and think how The Campus (a universal place with indefinite geography) is
arrogant about being the center of thought leadership. When it comes to gender relationships,
The Campus is the bleeding edge. Usually the issues only make headlines on a slow news day in
Silly Season, but, yes, Millicent, at one time you really could enroll in Madonna Studies at
Harvard and write your term paper on the Material Girl. More importantly, dorms at most
schools long ago went coed in some way or other. There are departments of Women Studies
and departments of Gender Studies everywhere, high schools offer Herstory, and in the past
few decades, even in traditional arenas such as English, the curriculum has been altered to de-‐
emphasize DEWMs (Dead European White Males) while elevating all sorts of other
perspectives, such as Queer Theory. Silly or not, some progressive schools still try to legislate
raging hormones, down to and including scripting permissible conversation or outlawing
͞ogling,͟ and more than a few scholars have railed indignantly at lookism, the idea that people
who enjoy beauty are engaged in some sort of discrimination. If that attitude catches on, not
only will it ĐƵƚŝŶƚŽŝůůĂ͛Ɛincome, but it will make Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and every
ancient Greek sculptor a drooling bunch of male Chauvinist dipstick porkers. tĞ͛ůů ĞŵƉƚLJ ƚŚĞ
museums and burn that shit.
So I have to wonder: Have my guys been indoctrinated or educated? Are they victims or
oppressors?
If they were educated, we would not be having this
conversation, so they must be indoctrinated. Indoctrinated,
they parrot the positions their teachers demandͶthey just
have never had to believe them. Give lip service to an idea
and garner an A, but they never really want or need to
believe a damn thing. On Campus, the idea is the diploma,
not the idea. You say what you gotta say, do what you gotta
do, play the game and move on.
Who can blame them? Instead of teaching students,
their professors teach a subject. You can lecture to an empty
room, right? The profs with a late-‐blooming post Baby
Boomer social conscience who in their youth hid in the library
until the protest subsided delude themselves into thinking
they are now forging social change, conducting a risk-‐free
revolution with chalk and whiteboards. They conduct the vicious academic infighting that yields
up jobs, tenure, enhanced reputations, and The Holy Grail of Academe, a lucrative endowed
chair, meaning a position that pays a large salary for who you are, rather than what you do.
Teaching is for peons; thinking Big Thoughts is where the real money is.
But they leave my guys at risk. My young men are collateral damage, the victims of
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