More proof of the rise of lady raunch surfaced last week in an Atlantic piece by Princeton student Caroline Kitchener, who notes that many of her female peers seem drawn to Tiger Inn, “widely known as the frattiest and hardest-drinking” of the college’s 11 eating clubs. Tiger Inn members like to get naked, “strum ‘penis guitars,’ ” projectile vomit competitively, and slather their dog-food eating and live-goldfish-consuming pledges in ketchup, maple syrup, and egg yolk. Last year, more women than men applied to join the Inn for the first time since the club became co-ed in 1991. This trend coincides with a broader one: A greater number of American college women are binge-drinking, even as alcoholism rates for men are leveling off. Kitchener’s quest to find out why led her to a conclusion that seems obvious, though maybe only after the fact: Women are sick of presenting shiny, demure surfaces to the world. They want—as Kesha would say—not to give a what.
Kitchener explains that other organizations on Princeton’s campus (cough, sororities) “continue to hold women responsible for acting ‘ladylike’: to wear makeup and pretty dresses, to carefully select ‘appropriate’ hookup partners, and to never drink enough to ‘get sloppy.’ ” But at TI, “it wasn’t necessary for women to act ‘all put-together.’ They could relax, which was exactly what they wanted.” As one rising senior in the club said simply: “There is no pressure [with Tiger Inn] for a girl to be a girl.”
Great news, right? I read those lines and immediately got swept up in the gender-role-toppling fervor. “You pound those Jaeger bombs, ladies!” I thought. “Swallow the goldfish!” But then the reflection-hangover set in. And I find that I’m not as heartened as I want to be by Princeton women’s success at out-broing the bros.
Maybe part of the problem is that, no matter how they act, young adult women always seem to be illustrating someone’s argument. We expect fratty behavior from a subset of dudes, so in an age of growing equality it shouldn’t really surprise us to see it in a subset of girls. But tell that to a society captivated by “raunch culture” and the female college student—bewitching muse to such articles as Kate Taylor’s report on ladies’ embrace of hookup culture in the New York Times or Alex Williams’ piece for the same paper on the end of courtship. If I thought swallowing a goldfish would free me from all the examination and analysis, I might just do it. Thankfully, it won’t.
Gonna be totally honest here, I did not do an extensive thorough reading on this article or the one from the Atlantic that it was talking about. Just kind of skimmed it and looked for the highlights. But from what I understand we’re talking about Lady Bros? How chicks are becoming more and more like bros in college and saying fuck it with the dresses and make up, and saying yes to binge drinking and keg stands and projectile vomiting? That’s the gist?
Hey ladies, FYI, we’re set with this. Not looking to hang out with a bro with tits. Not saying you need to be a real lady and curtsey whenever you see me or anything but life is all about moderation. Don’t need the stereotypical 21st century girl going through my phone and stalking my exes on Facebook, but I DEFINITELY don’t need an extra body farting in my living room dropping Doritos all over the couch calling me a pussy while I drink my beer and yelling at the refs on TV about bad calls in sports games. Find a happy medium. Just be normal. I know that’s a novel idea for chicks but just be fucking normal.