Sometimes there’s wisdom in snark.
Yesterday, Pajamas linked me to this post by Amy Alkon which, at one point, had me laughing so loud a nosey nearby neighbor might have questioned my sanity. This Angelena comments on a New York Times Magazine piece about “a Harvard girl with her legs crossed so tight, it’s a wonder she doesn’t pop veins.” (Sometimes, I wonder if Amy’s style influences our own Vera Charles–or vice versa.)
While I may have more sympathy for this co-ed who has sworn off premarital sex (having myself once made and kept a vow of celibacy for several seasons), I think Amy makes a great point when she contends that the general theme of the piece, that being “obsessed with not having sex” is worse that being obsessed with sex. I don’t entirely agree with her here, thinking both obsessions are equally bad.
The idea is to find the proper balance, that ancient Greek concept of moderation and harmony.
Anyway, Amy takes down a sanctimonious student and makes a great point about sex. Her post is well worth reading — and pondering. Perhaps, that celibate co-ed will find a harmonious notion of sexuality when she weds. After all, she’s still young.
Finally, don’t let my celebration of Amy’s snark suggest that I discount the value of celibacy. I tried it once–and it offered me a broader perspective on gay culture and relationships. While I do recommend celibacy for a period of time, I don’t consider it a reasonable lifestyle choice.