Asexual Men and the Creeps
Who Live on Campus

The nation has been riveted by the story of the alleged rape of an African-American woman who worked part time as an exotic dancer by members of the Duke University lacrosse team. But the case, which has so shocked American sensibilities, barely raised an eyebrow with me.

Because no one knows what really happened that night, anything I write below is purely speculative. But what is certain is that a bunch of drunken college boys at an elite university hired an exotic dancer as a way of entertaining themselves. And I am, unfortunately, used to scenes like that with male students. You see, I served for 11 years as rabbi at another elite university, Oxford, and witnessed firsthand the growing misogyny that has become a central staple of university life.

Even when I read the e-mail the police released that was sent out at 1:58 a.m., directly after the alleged rape by one of the players on the team, and which read, "To whom it may concern, tomorrow night, after tonights show, ive decided to have some strippers over to edens 2c. all are welcome… I plan on killing the bitches as soon as they walk in and proceding to cut their skin off while [ejaculating] in my duke issue spandex…,” my reaction was one of resignation and recognition. University men in the Western world view going to college as an opportunity for the fulfillment of their unbridled lust. And, sadly, it is these ostensibly exalted educational institutions that one finds the greatest contempt for women. Saddest of all, unless these activities lead to some terrible tragedy, like rape, nobody cares.

At Oxford during the rowing “Eights Week” that took place every June, I used to listen in astonishment as the male students chanted:

“A-bor-tion, A-bor-tion…
Lay that lady on her back. Pull that baby from her crack.
A-bor-tion, A-bor-tion….”

Then there were the “panty-raiders” at Eight’s Week, the male students who would steal women’s underwear and hoist them up the boat house flag pole.

It is time for the Western world to accept the sad truth that universities are becoming bastions of female-hating lechers who spend four years trying to bed as many women as possible, while making the word “bitch” one of the most used in their vocabularies. Tom Wolfe’s newest novel, I Am Charlotte Simmons, chronicles the unbelievable scorn for women that permeates the American campus, and depicts how women have lost all dignity, becoming complicit in their own degradation, as they stop at nothing to become the male plaything.

The greatest cultural story since the 1960’s is the decline and fall of the Western male, and how women have accommodated that fall by allowing themselves to be treated like garbage by men. It’s now 40 years since the second wave of feminism, and yet to be a guy today is to have your pick of hundreds of women who will sleep with you and expect not only no commitment, but not even courteous treatment. You can burp in their presence, break wind, and they will still go to bed with you. To be a guy is to have women move into your apartment and cook and clean for you, even as you endlessly push off the question of marriage, which you have no intention of addressing anyway.

Once, when I lectured at Yale, a female student perfectly identified for me how it is a man’s world and how it all begins at university: “When it comes to love and relationships the men here sit and pick us out, like a man sifting through a jar of jellybeans for the colors and tastes that he likes, leaving behind all the ones that don’t appeal to his taste buds at the moment.”

Continued on page 2: If a woman no longer excites you, what will? »