Today’s WSJ featured an op-ed by the president of The Catholic University of America, John Garvey, who writes that the school is fed up with the problems of coed dorms, and is about to go back to the old tried-and-true same-sex dorms.
I have to say I was a little surprised to hear that a school called “The Catholic University of America” ever had coed dorms in the first place. But that fact speaks to the pervasiveness of the practice—and perhaps the need to compete with all the other colleges that offer them.
I am enough of a dinosaur to remember, and to have personally experienced, a time when same-sex dorms were the only sort of dorms there were. Not only that, but when I went away to college there were still curfews and very strict rules about male visits to the female dorms. We had to sign out, and be in on weekday nights at 11:00 and weekends at 12:30, and even those hours were recent and hard-fought extensions of the even more restrictive hours of just a couple of years back. And men were only allowed to place their persons in the common rooms on the ground floor, and had to be out of there after curfew.
For those precious and highly-policed visits (only allowed during “parietal hours”), there was the phenomenon known as “dating rooms,” four little enclosures that served the entire dorm of hundreds of girls. I say “enclosures,” but they had no doors; they were almost completely open on one side, so that anyone could look in and see what was transpiring.
And what was that? I don’t remember viewing anything X-rated, but certainly some of what I spied in those rooms (one couldn’t help but sneak a quick peek as one walked by) might have earned an “R.” College kids can get pretty desperate if there are no more private alternatives, and in those days most of us had neither cars nor the wherewithal to rent a motel room (not to mention the fact that many such establishments wouldn’t rent to unmarried young people—how archaic was that?)
Note that I’ve referred to “male visits to the female dorms.” That’s because the reverse trip—a female entering the male sanctum—was almost unheard-of, not necessarily because it was forbidden, but because it was so forbidding. There were no dating rooms. I don’t even recall a common room on the ground floor, the one or two times I glanced in. Just a corridor leading to the bedrooms.
That was the situation I encountered when I entered college. But by the time I left it had changed, and the change was enough to give a person whiplash.
One year we had curfew, parietal hours, and dating rooms. The next year curfew was gone, and boys could be in the girls’ rooms with the door open and their feet on the floor (good luck with that). A year or two later? Co-ed dorms.
By that time I lived in an apartment, and we set our own rules (or, given the times, lack thereof). But I remember thinking that co-ed dorms were a bad idea, even then. Who wants to take away all the romance and mystery that early in the game? Who wants the pressure of always looking good, or always buttoning up lest a stray guy see you in your skivvies?
I recall that the co-ed trend started with alternating floors and then segued into co-ed bathrooms, an especially dumb idea (although perhaps it’s good preparation for the “seat-up-seat-down” battles of marriage). Recently, many colleges have experimented with pilot programs that feature co-ed rooms.
Catholic University is about to buck this trend; I wish it luck. Garvey gives as his reasons studies that indicate that same-sex dorms lead to an increase in sex and in drinking. He also shows, I’m sorry to say, a surprising degree of naivete when he writes:
I would have thought that young women would have a civilizing influence on young men. Yet the causal arrow seems to run the other way. Young women are trying to keep up””and young men are encouraging them…
The last forty years of the sexual revolution has proven the truth of those words: the causal arrow does indeed seem to run the other way. Young women will tend to try—sometimes quite desperately, and often at the risk of their own well-being—to keep up with whatever they think it is that young men want.