- One warm spring night in 2011, a young man named Travis Hughes stood on the back deck of the Alpha Tau Omega fraternity house at Marshall University, in West Virginia, and was struck by what seemed to him—under the influence of powerful inebriants, not least among them the clear ether of youth itself—to be an excellent idea: he would shove a bottle rocket up his ass and blast it into the sweet night air. And perhaps it was an excellent idea. What was not an excellent idea, however, was to misjudge the relative tightness of a 20-year-old sphincter and the propulsive reliability of a 20-cent bottle rocket. What followed ignition was not the bright report of a successful blastoff, but the muffled thud of fire in the hole.
This article is essentially preaching to the choir -- but sentences like these kept me reading: FIPG regularly produces a risk-management manual—the current version is 50 pages—that lays out a wide range of (optional) best practices. If the manual were Anna Karenina, alcohol policy would be its farming reform: the buzz-killing subplot that quickly reveals itself to be an authorial obsession.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Both the article and the comments below it have kept me and my group discussing for two straight days now. Thanks Butterfly
No problem, I thought this was one of the best articles I've seen in 2014 thus far. What aspects of it have you been discussing / you said group, has it come up in a class or something?
I went to a school that had next to no socializing outside of the academic day -- my school was a commuter school that packed up and disappeared on the weekends. Instead of entirely missing out on what I then believed to be the point of college, ie binge drinking and finger banging, I would hit up some nearby friends I went to high school with who attended a really good school that had a boisterous Greek scene. It was relatively small scene, popularly known to be around 500 of the 4500 students, but that didn't negate the indomitable urge to drink to complete excess several nights a week that seems to be present in almost every 18-22 year old. I had this outsider's perspective on this group for about 3 years while I was visiting these friends. One frat I became somewhat close with and so I'd at least start my nights there, if not spend entire weekends with. I got to see this craziness, this reckless irresponsibility night after night, without having signed up for any of it. The roof/porch drinking, the ladder climbing, garden wall balancing act, the sticking-random-things-up-one's-ass, the questionable hooking up, the fights, the falls, all done while completely sauced, all this shit really does happen. And as someone who strives to be an aware and empathic and responsible person, all the while trying to have fun, it sometimes really rubbed me the wrong way, how everything was always so turned up to 11 out of 10 and no one gave a second thought. I had and still have some of the thoughts beautifully articulated in the article, and many conversations with friends about how unsustainable all this behavior is, but ultimately we're only in control of ourselves, we can't control any of these other people or the political and cultural landscape that makes these things happen, so let's LOL and join the fun until we graduate. This article does more than articulate some of our rambles and thoughts, but does a good job of revealing some of the powers at play and creating a sense of alarm about all this. An alarm that I think any reasonable parent or donor who read this could get behind. And it's hilarious at times, sharp at others. This article describes a problem, a growing problem, that doesn't seem like it will ever spontaneously just go away.