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Public displays of affection should be kept private, not advertised

Craig Bidiman

Issue date: 4/16/09 Section: Forum
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I see a lot of things when I walk around campus. I see couples holding hands and bidding each other farewell with a hug, and often times I see them sneak a kiss before class.

These are the things that make me happy to be in love.

But then there are "those" couples, and you all know "those" couples: the ones with tongues ablaze and hands blindly searching for their next enticing destination. By the time they reach a stopping point, it may even be possible for one to possess the other's dental records somewhere on their body.

To be frank, public displays of affection - PDA - like this disgust me.

Some may call me a hypocrite, but those people are liars because I have always held this stance. Many people know that I am a fan of making numerous sexual references wherever and whenever I can, but I also know that the acts that are so commonly joked about around this campus are best kept where they belong: behind a closed door and not in the public eye.

College is full of social and sexual exploration, and for those foreign to our campus, seeing Joseph and Mary swapping the spiritual saliva on the Weatherford front lawn seems a bit risqué and unnecessary. If you're partaking in these activities, you've got to know you are being stared at and judged.

This is college, and we are all judged for everything we do. Don't drink? Loser. Haven't lost your virginity? Loser. Didn't bring a pen? Loser. (However, I will always let you borrow a pen, unless I forgot one too).

Yes, I kiss my girlfriend in public because I am not afraid to do so. PDA doesn't make me uncomfortable; I just find it impractical.

I would never go so far as to remove articles of clothing and get things so heated that a park bench became our momentary love bed. I have seen people frolic to this measure of absurdity before. In fact, it was in high school when I first discovered how much I loathed these gestures.

It was a late night during my sophomore year. I was walking home from a friend's house and decided to cut through the baseball field of my high school.
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