Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Talked to the Eldest Gel this evening for the first time since we left her at college Friday.
All is well, except she was griping about some intervention/indoctrination film the class was made to watch. It seemed to have had something to do with keeping an eye out for other wymens at frat parties, in order to protect them from marauding sexual predators.
From what she told me, her post-film conversation with her advisor went something like this:
Gel: “So the point of this film was that if you see your drunk classmate getting dragged away by some frat boy so he can ravage her, here are the steps to take to break it all up?”
Advisor: “Well, yes, that’s right.”
Gel: “Fair enough. So where is the film telling us girls not to be idiots and get drunk at frat parties in the first place?”
Advisor: “Well, um, that’s not part of this training…..”
Gel: “Well, why not? Shouldn’t that be the starting point?”
Advisor: “You’re pretty independent-minded, aren’t you?”
As Admiral Greer said to Ryan in “The Hunt For Red October” , “I said to speak your mind, Jack, but Jesus!”
We shall see what happens.