Cultural Revolutions

A.B.S. In Brothelology

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...

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