Hillsdale men merit thanks, not complaint
Maria Schmitt
Issue date: 10/25/07 Section: Opinion
While the fervor of the past few weeks will have most likely died down by the time this article goes to print, I feel it necessary to say a few things, mainly concerning the Sigma Chi fraternity's Jail and Bail fundraiser and the campus' subsequent reactions to the fundraiser.
I was not carried off by any members of Sigma Chi, and while some may hold this against me, I still feel my argument to be valid.
The flood (I'm writing with a touch of hyperbole here) of opinion pieces in the Oct. 11 Collegian was not surprising to me. After all, I attend a school where many girls are offended when men don't open doors for them. I say let's move on.
I spent the dreaded Thursday night in my dorm room watching "The Office" with a few of my friends. My doors were locked, but I decided if I did go outside I would stick a few bucks in my pocket beforehand and roll with it.
It might have been unpleasant for some time, but it's not like intoxicated Sig Chi's were lugging girls off to concentration camps. Calling the cops on a bunch of frat boys seems a little extreme to me. The way I see it, it could have been much, much worse.
I have friends who attend very large state universities and have heard story after story from them about awful things that happen on campus every night of the week.
Jail and Bail is a once-a-year thing. I don't think you'd be hard pressed to find a school where intoxicated frat boys picking up girls is a nightly occurrence.
I'm sure if I was thrown over someone's shoulder I would have been a little offended. However, I'm also sure I would have reminded myself that after a little bit of unsolicited flirtation and roughhousing, I would have been able to give the boys my $2 and walk home.
I appreciate the tendency of Hillsdale men to open doors for me and treat me like a lady, but sometimes I feel like I'm walking through the land of Jane Austen instead of 21st Century Michigan.
Maybe it's just me, but I like seeing men being men. Without the occasional sexist joke, I feel like I'm being treated as a different species. We're all humans, aren't we?
I was not carried off by any members of Sigma Chi, and while some may hold this against me, I still feel my argument to be valid.
The flood (I'm writing with a touch of hyperbole here) of opinion pieces in the Oct. 11 Collegian was not surprising to me. After all, I attend a school where many girls are offended when men don't open doors for them. I say let's move on.
I spent the dreaded Thursday night in my dorm room watching "The Office" with a few of my friends. My doors were locked, but I decided if I did go outside I would stick a few bucks in my pocket beforehand and roll with it.
It might have been unpleasant for some time, but it's not like intoxicated Sig Chi's were lugging girls off to concentration camps. Calling the cops on a bunch of frat boys seems a little extreme to me. The way I see it, it could have been much, much worse.
I have friends who attend very large state universities and have heard story after story from them about awful things that happen on campus every night of the week.
Jail and Bail is a once-a-year thing. I don't think you'd be hard pressed to find a school where intoxicated frat boys picking up girls is a nightly occurrence.
I'm sure if I was thrown over someone's shoulder I would have been a little offended. However, I'm also sure I would have reminded myself that after a little bit of unsolicited flirtation and roughhousing, I would have been able to give the boys my $2 and walk home.
I appreciate the tendency of Hillsdale men to open doors for me and treat me like a lady, but sometimes I feel like I'm walking through the land of Jane Austen instead of 21st Century Michigan.
Maybe it's just me, but I like seeing men being men. Without the occasional sexist joke, I feel like I'm being treated as a different species. We're all humans, aren't we?
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