Opinion
SEX ON THURSDAY | We Must Get Rid of Hickey Culture
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Everyone can see them, so keep your mouth vacuum away from me!
The Cornell Daily Sun (https://cornellsun.com/category/opinion/sex-on-thursday/page/2/)
Everyone can see them, so keep your mouth vacuum away from me!
Munching box is a complicated minefield of slang and metaphors.
I’ve been on the pill for four years and I can’t seem to break away from it. I trudge to Cornell Health once a month, dutifully retrieve my package of little blue tablets and force one down every night before bed. As much as I have thought about saying goodbye for good, I’m stuck in a (literal) cycle.
Urban Dictionary, a “crowdsourced online dictionary for slang words and phrases,” defines friends with benefits as:
Two friends who trust each other enough to engage in sexual activity without fear of hurting the other’s feelings. Ideal scenario for folk who are not interested in a serious relationship… Not a boyfriend or girlfriend; neither party has to refrain from dating other people. … A smart alternative to random hook-ups. (Urban Dictionary)
I have some problems with this definition and am here to deduce why “friends with benefits” is a system set up for failure, designed to fuel its own demise. I am a victim of failed friends with benefits relationships, and this is my story.
No, I’m not talking about the 2003 Amanda Bynes romcom. That is a masterpiece, though. Women, especially twenty-something-year-olds, are complex creatures. We contain multitudes, and each of us has our likes, dislikes and preferences — this extends not only to everyday life but also to our relationships and sex lives. Everyone has something that makes them tick.
Even as I try to avoid the dreaded senior spring waves of self-reflection, no period of my college life has stood out to me more than my self-proclaimed slut era. The online discourse surrounding “slut eras” highlights their intentionality: the choice to lean into an aura of sluttiness and an influx of casual sex. My own slut era began, as many do, after a breakup. Coming back from winter break and the end of my high-school-turned-long-distance relationship, my exploration of the borders of singleness would define my sophomore spring semester. I embraced my first foray into fun, meaningless sex head-on.
I am not here to provide a hot take on why everyone should love the Day of Love, but I do want to talk about healthy spite, putting out what you wish to attract and attitude adjustment.
While most of you make plans to meet up with your matches, be sure to leave your room — and your holes and poles — nice and clean in case your date wants to go back home with you.