My Daughter Is Tired Of Hearing It, My Granddaughters Can't Believe It

First of all, nothing that happened was unsolicited or untoward. It was then, when getting a booby grab, or an ass grab was a compliment, and getting laid after a date was expected. We didn't open doors, or pay for the date. When he got serious he put a ring on your finger, you were no longer in contention, and you took his name. Those were the days, my friends, apologies to the Beatles.

Most of us guarded our virginities. But college rules changed that, and our virginities went under some senior. That is where my virginity went. If he liked you enough you got to do his laundry, if he didn't you did your own laundry, no jockstraps or boxers to show off in the laundromat.

If you came to college with out a dish to cook, you ate alone. Every girl had a dish, mine was chicken casserole. And salads for the girls. We drank beer, but nothing harder. and we fetched a beer for the guy whose ring we wore, or wanted. Top of class, engineering, business, premed were acceptable. Sociology, philosophy, psychology were losers. Money, money, money. A four bedroom, with a pool, in a nice neighborhood. For the boys, pussy was expensive, and most took care of themselves, but bragged afterwards.

Those were the days. When men were men, and the sheep were scared. And the girls danced for them.