"Public interest in sex on the college campus is insatiable," says Miss Martha Peterson, the president of Barnard College, in a letter to alumnae.
Everyone is talking about Linda LeClair, the Barnard sophomore who's living with her boyfriend. Here's the article on LeClair that came out a couple weeks ago in Time:
Pert, lank-haired Linda LeClair, 20, from Hudson, N.H., enrolled as a freshman at Manhattan's Barnard College in 1965. Soon afterward, she met Peter Behr, a Columbia University freshman from New York City, at a dormitory dinner. Romance blossomed, and when Linda became ill and had to drop out of school a few months later, the couple moved into a West Side apartment together. Last year, still living off-campus with Peter, Linda resumed her studies.Miss Peterson assures the upset alums that the controversy will be put to "constructive purposes." I don't suppose the "constructive purposes" are supposed to be more sex on campus, but that's what it's likely to be whether it pleases Miss Peterson or not.
... Peter and Linda freely explained that they began living together because they regarded marriage as "too serious a step."
She and Peter, a draft resister who has dropped out of Columbia, began cranking out mimeographed leaflets calling the case a "Victorian drama." They also distributed questionnaires asking other Barnard students whether they had violated the housing regulations in any way, triumphantly reported to newsmen that 300 girls had answered yes....
Frankly, I'm less worried about sexual freedom than I am about this tendency of young people to limit their freedom by setting up a marriage-like living arrangement with the person they happen to be having sex with. This way of life may shock some people, but it's not very liberating. Be independent. Live on your own. Don't tie yourself down. Sure: Have sex. But don't fall prey to the ridiculous idea that keeping house together is something excitingly modern. It's just common law marriage and it's the most boring, stodgy, stunting thing in the world. Linda LeClair is not hip. She's a housewife. And she doesn't even know it.
THE YEAR THAT BLOG FORGOT IS: 1968.