May 08, 2008

Is this not totally fucking cool?

An artist friend of mine found this in her basement. Truly. She made a copy to use in one of her gallery shows, and when I saw the piece, I begged her for one to post on my wall. Now, I've got several to give away. You know, I wasn't a huge fan of school—but I was a fan of all of the things that this 1905 publication rails against. The text is cut off in my scan, but the picture is complete and reads:

* Evils of Dormitory Life—Midnight Hours of Who Knows What?
* Flirting & Speaking to Male Students without Benefit of Introduction or Chaperone.
* Reading Improper Novels, Magazines, & Other Suggestive Literature.
* Forming of Unladylike Habits that Might Damage the Health of a Delicate Girl—Such as Smoking & Card Playing.


If you'd like me to send you your own "Is College Bad for Girls?" mini poster (8 1/2 x 11), tell me a tiny story—favorite flirting exchange, time you spoke to a male student without benefit of a chaperone, example of an unladylike habit you've formed. (And for the men—hmmm, I suppose you'll just have to flip the challenge. What habit did college foster that might damage the health of a delicate boy?)

XXX,
Alison

9 comments:

Smut Girl said...

Oh, that is lovely. I love that. Well (*ahem*) as some know...I went to an all girls Catholic school (though am not Catholic per se). At a mixer with our brother school, upon finding me with a...um..."brother" in a dark corner, Father Gregory wrote (in an official inter-school report): "Ms. ____ was found to be lacking in lady-like manners and in excess of sin."
I have always cherished those words. "In excess of sin." I'm pretty proud of my um...excess.
XOXO
Sommer

Jeremy Edwards said...

What habit did college foster that might damage the health of a delicate boy?

This is a tough one. Rock 'n' roll? No, I was a practitioner well before college. Reading in French?? Already corrupted in my early teens, thanks. Touch-typing??? Tenth grade.

Ah, I know: Using a yellow highlighter. It absolutely ruined the complexion of my fingertips.

Little Jezebel said...

Of course college is bad for girls... when abortions were banned.

I want that poster.

Kristina Wright said...

Oh, I just love this! Especially since I can't ever seem to stay out of college for very long... I always go back for just one more class! I have always managed to worked sex into my academic pursuits. If it was Literature, I was writing about The Awakening; in psychology, I was doing projects on sexuality as portrayed in Penthouse. In History, it was the illicit relationships between royals, while in theatre, I was reading the most salacious monologues...

Sigh... I love school!

Cyhaueter said...

I was 16, visiting my sister Kit at her college when she took me to a party. There her friends decided to get "Baby Kit" drunk for the first time. I had more alcohol in that one night than I'd ever had before (I hadn't partied before that night). While thoroughly drunk, I hooked up with this gorgeous senior who had no idea how old I was. Later, I confided in my sister's best friend about it and she told me that Kit had gotten drunk and made out with the same guy less than a month ago. I guess he got some twisted sister action!

Robin said...

That poster is fantastic. <3

Let's see... the sexiest school-related experience I had was taking my then-boyfriend on a whirlwind sex tour one night. We started at my elementary school and made out on the cafeteria roof (awkwardly accessible via a well-placed fence). Then we went to my middle school (which was very close, as it shared a fence with my elementary school) and I blew him behind the building that housed the classroom used for detention. Then we made a short drive to my high school and that's where we finished, fucking like machines on the athletic field.

It was a symbolic thing for me - I'd always despised the schools I attended, had wasted a fair amount of time in detention, and had endured many miserable hours of band practice on that athletic field. So having sex in each of those places was my revenge. And yes, I felt really good afterwards. It doesn't take much to make a nineteen-year-old happy.

(Although I admit that it's been almost ten years since then, and knowing I did that still brings me pleasure.)

Mehreen said...

The poster is fantastic. I didn't know what 'gay' was when I went to college, but I went to NYU which is like gay capital of the world. My best gay friend and I went to see the Vagina Monologues one day and I confessed that I did not know where my clit was. Despite being anti-vag, he got me drunk one day and found it for me. Then he got me a vibrator (it's called the Pussy Pleaser and it was the most heavenly 19th birthday present ever!) My parents can and will NEVER know!

Emily said...

Are you still getting rid of these? If yes, I can provide you with an entire bushel of stories from myself and my friends, I saw this poster in a vacation rental house I was cleaning over the summer and I loved it so much I've been questing for it all over the internet.

Alison Tyler said...

I'd be happy to take mine down off the wall and make a copy for you, Emily! Just send me your snail mail address to msalisontyler at yahoo dot com!

XXX,
Alison