Blogs being passé, college kids have turned towards high brow erotica to express themselves in their ivy covered, gothic chapels of knowledge. By Google’s account, Vassar’s Squirm was first out of the gate. Followed by Harvard’s ridiculously titled H Bomb and BU’s even more puerilely titled Boink.
So this week debuted U of C’s version of this skin-rag trend sweeping liberal arts campuses: Vita Excolatur. I love the name. Only a UofCer would latinate the p√Ü0nate.
I thumbed through the inaugural issue – for the articles. With due recognition for their first attempt, I want to congratulate the founder and editor for getting this off the ground. They have to be commended for seeing the trend and making sure not to acknowledge Harvard. Having said that, how do the UofCers manage to make sex so unhot; so unsexy. An essay [entitled, "Psychoanalyze this: Sexual Overcoding as Discursive Limitation"] starts off footnoting “free association” and drags us through Deleuze. Another examines the racism inherent in White on Asian fetish [what if it is a South Asian on East Asian fetish?]. Another tells us about o.g. cookie [don't]. While calls for future submissions enlist “pro-choicers to pro-Foucaultians”. Sexy? uh, no. Intellectual? uh, no. P0√Ün should be p0√Ün, not your hum sequence reading assignment. The aforementioned essays try to titillate mind and body and end up annoying. While the tasteful art photography is just that.
Responses from a random sample of UofC folks (having lunch with me) were mixed. They appreciated the effort and enthusiasm but critiqued the lowering of intellectual standards. I quote:
Only on the U of C campus, people. Only on this campus.
In related news: tsk informed me that CM is blocked on Chicago Police’s ISP as a p0√Ün site. Uh, after this post, I expect my readers from .gov and .mil will need a mirror.