We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It's the F List. Some Duke fellows are surely profoundly humiliated by this, but if you can't do the time, don't do the crime.
Drunken frat boys have made these rating lists for many years about gals, so why not a chick? It's good satire, despite being true. I guess she is a modern woman.
My college experience was nothing like that. I had to study too hard and too long to do well, and having two adorable little sisters made it impossible for me to view gals as pieces of meat. (I remember predator guys referring to the new freshman gals as "the freshmeat.")
I think I am more lascivious now than I was then, but I am meeting independent, grown women, not goofy college girls.
From the story:
Cute gals can get it any time they want to study the subject. Not so easy for us guys, despite reports of all the desperately horny women out there. Many of them have standards: there's the rub.