The media really jumped on that Tufts dorm sex rule story for some reason. Maybe it’s because the public is so interested in dorm life issues? Get over college already! Stop living in the past! Anyway, the Philadelphia Inquirer wrote an article about it and spoke to some Penn students:
“You’ve got to get fist pounds,” said Cory Winkoff, a junior communication major at the University of Pennsylvania.
He and a group of friends high-fived one another when the subject was introduced.
“We’re happy when our friends are hooking up,” agreed Terry Kennedy, a junior political-science major. “It’s college; it kind of happens.”
Come on, guys, you know what it’s like. Roommate getting busy on the top bunk? You throw your fist up and just wait for him to reach down and pound. Because if you don’t, the girl is totally going to say (read: nag – am I right fellas?), “Listen, I had a nice time last night, but I’m a little worried…I didn’t see you get any fist pounds when we were making love. Are you some kind of friendless pansy? YOU’VE GOT TO GET FIST POUNDS.” Like we always say: Bros before strange rules that seem unnecessary because of common courtesy.