When I read about the carnal and scatological monkeyshines at American universities, I wonder where the American professoriate gets the nerve to call what they impart “higher education.”
What it is, of course, is lower education, and a prime example of such comes from Randolph College, a private liberal-arts school in Lynchburg, Virginia. The school’s website modestly allows that “a Randolph education is the best investment you could possibly make,” a chance to “explore, more mentoring relationships . . . deeper personal enrichment, and a lot more.”
Perhaps mentoring and personal enrichment were what one of the eggheads teaching in the American Culture Program had in mind when he took his young scholars on a trip to the Chicken Ranch Brothel in Pahrump, Nevada. While there, the budding wizards had the once in a lifetime opportunity to interrogate the employees. One of them, the Associated Press breezily reported, is “Alicia,” who “wore a black-and-white gingham nighty and a tattoo on her left breast that read ‘Famous.’”
“Do you consider yourself a feminist?” they wondered. “Is there a certain look most men prefer?” And “why aren’t there brothels with male prostitutes?” Do “you still give a military discount?” Why, yes, one of the scarlet...