“It’s Politically Radical Sex, Not Ordinary Mortal Sex,” David Thompson wryly notes:
A librarian replies to a comment piece in the Daily Californian:
Please don’t f**k in the library. I work here. My staff works here.
The piece in question is by UC Berkeley student Nadia Cho, who seems to believe she’s very edgy and progressive. In fact, it’s difficult to overstate just how edgy and progressive our columnist believes she is:
We decided that, out of the millions of books in the library, the shelves full of books on religion seemed like the best place to f**k.
How incredibly, desperately transgressive. Ms Cho gleefully explains that she and her companions are “desecrating” buildings with their “perverse ways.” You see, the sex she’s having is much more radical than yours, and therefore more important.
The risk of getting caught is what makes having sex in public so exciting. Without that, there wouldn’t be any novelty in doing it.
Indeed. And what’s the point of exhibitionist psychodrama without an audience? We’ve been here before, I think.
In more ways than one. Ahh, the “joys” of present-tense culture, Starting From Zero, and the belief that for the first time ever on Planet Earth — maybe in the entire universe! — you’ve dreamed up something new and edgy, and totally transgressive and radical.
Oh well, at least the kids inadvertently only recreated the “Why Do Some Women Have Trouble Reaching an Orgasm?” scene in Woody Allen’s 1972 movie, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex* (*But Were Afraid to Ask), and not the segment involving Gene Wilder, Daisy, and Woolite.
But perhaps that’s the subject of a follow-up post.