Sex and the Smithie: House booty not always bad booty
Issue date: 11/12/09 Section: Opinions
In a surprising turn of events, Natalie and I slept together. Don't ask me how it happened - I guess those Quad parties can get the best of us. Despite the concern of many housemates, Natalie entered the beautiful, and absurd, world of same-gender-loving women. No one was more skeptical than Natalie's roommate/best friend/wife/soul-mate, Catherine.
Catherine is sweet, virginal and doesn't want anyone to get hurt. She's a mother figure in the house. But we gained some of Catherine's support and continued our rule breaking.
I tried to keep up this gig - Jane and I bunk up on the weekdays, Natalie and I are weekend party girls. It was fairly feasible at first. But the saga quickly turned into a Bachelor spinoff, only we starred in the behind-the-scenes, never-before-seen clips edition. The drama and tension grew, and the only sane one in the triangle was Jane, so she said "I'm out." Our reality show ended its season, and Natalie and I danced off the set together.
Life seemed a little bit back to normal. Jane and I became platonic, loving friends. Natalie and roomie Catherine continued their marriage. Natalie and I were crushing more and more. But, that sort of ordinary life doesn't seem to exist at Smith College. At a party several weeks ago, Natalie and I were going footloose when we looked over and saw Jane (Bitch magazine lover, feminist extraordinaire) and Catherine (a cuter Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed) kissing. Could this house be any more incestuous? The L-Word chart of our house began to sprawl in my mind. If house booty is bad booty, then the four of us should be tried for death. We committed the ultimate sins. Two of us could be sentenced for double house booty, and the other two for breaking the "no first-years rule."
Disaster ensued, right? Actually, no. The four of us have slept in conjoined beds in Natalie and Catherine's room nearly every night for two weeks. We may be a bit like the grandparents in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but we've managed to build some sort of a family unit. While I don't think this messy situation could turn out well in all houses every time, I want to try to dispel the myth that it never works. Hooking up with housemates can actually be a bonding and growing experience. As long as you know what you're in for - you'll see your lady friend from the night before at brunch, while brushing your teeth and basically everywhere you seemingly never saw her before you hooked up - I don't think house booty has to be a crime punishable by death.
I mean, any booty can be bad booty. And, in fact, house booty can be excellent booty.
Catherine is sweet, virginal and doesn't want anyone to get hurt. She's a mother figure in the house. But we gained some of Catherine's support and continued our rule breaking.
I tried to keep up this gig - Jane and I bunk up on the weekdays, Natalie and I are weekend party girls. It was fairly feasible at first. But the saga quickly turned into a Bachelor spinoff, only we starred in the behind-the-scenes, never-before-seen clips edition. The drama and tension grew, and the only sane one in the triangle was Jane, so she said "I'm out." Our reality show ended its season, and Natalie and I danced off the set together.
Life seemed a little bit back to normal. Jane and I became platonic, loving friends. Natalie and roomie Catherine continued their marriage. Natalie and I were crushing more and more. But, that sort of ordinary life doesn't seem to exist at Smith College. At a party several weeks ago, Natalie and I were going footloose when we looked over and saw Jane (Bitch magazine lover, feminist extraordinaire) and Catherine (a cuter Drew Barrymore in Never Been Kissed) kissing. Could this house be any more incestuous? The L-Word chart of our house began to sprawl in my mind. If house booty is bad booty, then the four of us should be tried for death. We committed the ultimate sins. Two of us could be sentenced for double house booty, and the other two for breaking the "no first-years rule."
Disaster ensued, right? Actually, no. The four of us have slept in conjoined beds in Natalie and Catherine's room nearly every night for two weeks. We may be a bit like the grandparents in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but we've managed to build some sort of a family unit. While I don't think this messy situation could turn out well in all houses every time, I want to try to dispel the myth that it never works. Hooking up with housemates can actually be a bonding and growing experience. As long as you know what you're in for - you'll see your lady friend from the night before at brunch, while brushing your teeth and basically everywhere you seemingly never saw her before you hooked up - I don't think house booty has to be a crime punishable by death.
I mean, any booty can be bad booty. And, in fact, house booty can be excellent booty.
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