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Stonehill College is in the news. A young woman by the name of Lindsay Blankmeyer is suing the school claiming administrators didn’t help her find alternate housing when she complained that her roommate was having too much sex in their dorm room. Blankmeyer claims the roommate would have sex with her boyfriend while Blankmeyer, only a few feet away, was trying to sleep, and, at other times, engage in “sexually inappropriate video chatting” in front of her.
This behavior, according to the lawsuit, drove Blankmeyer to depression and caused attention deficit disorder. She also claims to have developed suicidal depression after school officials wouldn’t give her reasonable housing alternatives.
When I heard this story on the radio this morning I couldn’t help but think back to my own halcyon days as a college student. My two roommates and I lived in a two-room triple the size of a Chevy Suburban. One room was for our computers, futon (obviously), and tie-die wall tapestries; the other was for our beds (one of which was a bunk bed) and dressers. In retrospect, we really were stuffed in there like cattle, but as far as I remember we never complained – after all, we were in college and just happy to be free from our parents’ purview.
When it came to gatherings of a more intimate nature, maybe every now and then there’d be someone awkwardly hooking up on the futon, but I can’t remember one time when any of us would have considered engaging in “inappropriate behavior” in the bedroom area, at least not while others were present. Granted, if it had happened, I’m not sure I’d be driven into a major depression, but I can imagine I’d loathe my roommates for throwing it in my face, especially if it occurred on a regular basis. And the last thing I’d want to listen to is my roommate video chatting about sexual acts with her boyfriend. Barf!
What happened to freaking etiquette, anyway? In the YouPorn generation, has discreetness gone completely out the window? What about common courtesy? Whatever happened to the old “sock-on-the-doorknob” move? I understand; I get it: They’re college students practically frothing at the mouth to get some, but I still think Blankmeyer’s roommate’s actions were distasteful and rude. Then again, I’m a woman.
I can imagine that if ever there was a gender divide, Blankmeyer’s experience illustrates it perfectly. My suspicion is that men are far more forgiving with regard to same-room sex; in fact, I’ll go so far as to say guys would be rooting for this scenario. The more moaning, the more panting, the more bare skin, the more slapping sounds, the better!
Am I right or am I right?
I want to hear from both men and women. Would something like this be a problem for you, or would you actually be thanking your lucky stars to have a sexually liberated roommate who loves having sex in your dorm room and considers your presence part of the act? Leave your comments below.
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