So this article from the Toronto Star is filed under “spectactularly depressing.” Yes, that’s right: my alma mater, University of Toronto (wonder why I don’t donate?) is hosting an “epic sex adventure” where students can come and experience “sex positivity.” Here’s a quote:
The event begins in the daytime, and organizers are asking students to keep their clothes on until 7 p.m., when the “party becomes clothing-optional so you can get naked with all your new friends.”
Even though this is an extreme manifestation of sexual mores in our culture, it is still representative of sexual mores in our culture: We don’t reserve sex for marriage because that is so terribly old-fashioned and ridiculous. But at the other end of the continuum lies university-sponsored orgies. Don’t get me wrong, I’m aware there are a couple of possibilities in between. But the reality is that when we teach young high school students that sex is a normal, regular activity to have with “someone you love” (but keep it safe! and bring your student card!) by the time that young person hits 25 they are still young, just very jaded. Don’t get me started on this. I’m still calling for a prude revolution. In fact the word “depravity” is lurking somewhere at the back of my mind, a kind of a Lord of the Flies image.
Even though this is an extreme manifestation of sexual mores in our culture, it is still generally representative of sexual mores in our culture.
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Andrea adds (yes, to her own post): Ten bucks says no one comes and that this expo has the same clinical, boring feel as the Sexhibit here in Ottawa. Trust school bureaucracies to make sex boring.
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Whoa. Just how many parents would be all that excited to send their children to a school which sponsors extracurricular orgies? It makes the Wheel of Fortune of condoms that was around when I was in University look positively tame by comparison.
Being that the U of T is so, so open minded (so open-minded that their brains are falling out, one might point out) has there ever been a kerfuffle there on that campus over pro-life clubs?
And that is exactly why my dear old alma mater is never going to see a penny from me. Ridiculous.
And yet utter hysteria and washing of U of T hands because Courage now has meetings in the Newman Centre.
Oh Seraphic! You are so right. I had forgotten about that. What a world.
Another example of a ‘university’ that has lifted its’ purpose to the lofty goal of ‘if it feels good do it’ while forgoing any attention to what ‘good’ means. Adopting such a libertine attitude to reality while ignoring that reality tells us that all actions have significance and consequence is like leaping off a cliff because one thinks that flying will be a good experience. In a boat without oars on an ocean without shores only screws up the sailor who thinks nothing matters except feeling good about something.
“‘I’m not in the lifestyle. It’s not for me, but I’m the owner, and it makes people happy,’ said Jana Matthews, as she gave a tour of the facility on a quiet Monday afternoon.”
“Tower says sex positivity is all about coexisting, and not having disagreements about what is morally right or appropriate”
The inherent belief is happiness is not dependent on morality or what is appropriate but what feels good. Morality is not longer appropriate only happiness. So why not have an epic drug party? It makes people happy and what is moral and appropriate does not matter. And if that is true what does consent matter? The only apparent moral or appropriate behaviour is mutual consent – but if morality or what is appropriate is irrelevant how long before this one moral gets in the way of someone’s happiness and is thrown to the wayside? Yet the truth ultimately is that without morality there is no happiness. The wages of sin is death but the gift of God is life.
David: “In a boat without oars on an ocean without shores” –very well put and also poetic!!
Darren: How right you are. “Consent” is a moral, so it can’t be too long before that one is dropped. Survival of the fittest! and hence my allusion to Lord of the Flies in the original post.
Just read the article. Back in the day, that kind of activity (sexual free for alls) used to be called perv stuff! I think the phrase “mutton dressed up as lamb,” is particularly applicable to this event.
I’d like to see a group of seminarians gather across the street and pray through the entire event. Or, maybe a Catholic group could organize outside the venue and distribute copies of JPII’s Theology of the Body and PaulVI’s Humanae Vitae. Some reading material for the kids until the curtain draws for the real show.
I like the idea of handing out reading. I’m (still) reading A Severe Mercy and it describes in some detail an actual, real, live, happy, loving relationship. Groundbreaking.
This makes me cry.