After attending my Media & Sexuality class in college, I joined some friends for lunch at the dining hall and regaled them with a description of the strange lesbian porn that my professor had just seen fit to show to the class. While I was in the middle of detailing the strap-on scene, the president of the college walked up behind me.
"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked. It was a rhetorical question because you don't say no when the president of the college wants to sit with you. Periodically, she would come to the dining hall to mingle with the students in the same manner that a politician stops at diners to show he can connect with the common folk. I don't know why she chose our table - probably because one of the students was a familiar face to her from student council - but of course she decided to come to interrupt our lesbian porn.
I don't think she overheard what I had been talking about, and, obviously, the conversation did not continue once she took a seat. You just don't talk about porn with the most authoritative, intimidating, and dignified person on campus. Instead, she asked us questions that your aunt who you only see once a year would ask, like, "What are you studying?" "How are you liking school?" and we gave very G-rated responses.
In hindsight, I should have just continued with the lesbian porn story, or, failing that, told her more specifically what I was studying when the question arose. If she had had a problem with the topic of conversation, her problem really shouldn't have been with me, right? I mean, if she's the president of an offbeat liberal arts college, she should know what kind of taboo things are going on in the classrooms. When I'm paying hundreds of dollars for a class and we're watching something I could see on Skinemax for a few bucks, that's something the president needs to know about… in full strap-on detail.
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