“Can you believe it? They did it in their uniform”
Said the lady. Her friend, halfway through his cigarette, coifed like men his age, offered an alternative, something more elaborate…a video of two (presumed) college students, naked, frolicking in a bed, rolling around like circus animals, panties and boxer shorts sprawled on the cheap linoleum. The room, according to the man, looked like an altar after a ritual. Messy and post-coital.
It was a sex scandal.
Plenty of them. Hordes of barely there millennials eager to record every passing conquest. Uploaded every second, every hour, on sites like RedTube, fed to an audience of impressionable adolescents. And when did sex ever lose its sacredness, its mystique? When did we become voyeurs, privy to a party we have no business being in… when did we become witless animals reduced to satisfy a singular craving: our concupiscence.
I don’t mean to proselytize, but news of a new scandal is never good (and I run into these conversations all the time, in alleyways at night, in red-tinged hallways). The “fuck of the week” is not something I enjoy talking about, not only because it represents an obvious moral decay, rather the consequences that beset these kids are far too great, far too painful to fathom, some of them are irreversible in fact. Careers are ruined, someone’s hopes dashed, obliterated. But what’s troubling me is that most of them cluelessly consent to this.
I don’t know if they’re stupid, or misguided. Maybe misguided.
–Artwork by Arthel Tagnipez, Private Collection