Sharing is caring

Sharing is caring. For men, that means partners, and for women that means just about everything except partners. From lip gloss to secrets and everything in between, there isn't much girlfriends don't know about each others lives. The funny thing is, boys do not realize this, even if we do it in front of them. In a small community like, say..Juniata, it is impossible to keep anything from anyone. Remember Widman's hookup culture talk? Well, let's face it, this educational institution is breeding ground for that. Like I have said before, here at Juniata College (and probably at any other small school like it) if you don't have a serious relationship (I'm talking 1 carat beauties), you are chronically single. There should have been a disclaimer on the application. Warning: You are about to enter another dimension. A dimension not only of ridiculous educational standards and expectations, but of the social experience. A journey into a wondrous land of the hookup culture. Next stop, the chapel to get married or plentyoffish.com! So, this next little story really is no exaggeration of the ugly truth that occurs regularly on 1700 Moore Street (though we all don't technically live ON 17th street). A really good friend of mine (pseudo name Sammy) was kind of seeing this guy (pseudo name Guy) and a few of us were hanging out at my place one night. When Sammy left, and I went to the kitchen to get to get my six layer tortilla dip (only appropriate for a Steelers win), Guy moved onto the other couch and started hitting on my other friend who is also Sammy's best friend (pseudo name Maggie). There isn't even a door between my living room and kitchen. This is how dense the male population is here! So, I am not one to meddle, but I know when the opportune moments are to fake a girl emergency (something that literally makes men run for the hills). Maggie isn't one to play her friends for fools and she wasn't into Guy anyways, plus she must abide by the girls' code. She sent a carrier pigeon right away to South 555, and Sammy just shrugged it off. Guy and Sammy had a great time that weekend and Sammy silently forgave Guy for being a guy and hitting on her best friend. During the course of that week, Guy started texting Maggie. Maggie obviously obeyed the rules of feminism and shared this knowledge with Sammy (and me, even though I don't matter to the equation). Instead of flying off the handle like most irrational college co eds, Sammy and I came up with a little social experiment. With no control group necessary, we all three kept quiet and allowed Guy to continue digging his own ostracized grave. He continued texting Maggie and Sammy at the same time, sometimes with the exact same messages. That Saturday night, Maggie was "having a good time" with Guy dancing and everything. They head for Maggie's room when they get into a conversation about how Guy and his buds share girls all the time. First of all, no girl is anyone's property. Secondly, sloppy seconds are not only okay but encouraged for guys? What?! After a more heated conversation, Maggie leaves a drunk Guy to fend for himself. Once he figured out that he was busted, he started texting me asking where Maggie or Sammy was to make sure they weren't together. It is interesting that guys think they could get away with something like that, as if girls don't talk. Girls may share lots of things, but ex-boyfriends are not one of them.