“In Girl World, Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a totalslut and no other girls can say anything about it.”

The word slut seems to be a ubiquitous word in the teenglish language. Slut phobia is as pervasive as it is strange to male observers. The only thing in our minds is: “Why is it a bad thing again?” 

Yet the rumor mill finds good fodder in promiscuous behavior and in a coyly Victorian clusterfuck business is booming. Flows converge as all things may be sexualised and simultaneously disparaged. The result is that it becomes omnipresent. Indeterminately embedded not repressed or at least that isnt the larger force of history. Instead it is talked about. And talked about. and talked about. It is not that sex is everywhere but that it is read into everything so that mockingly analrapists [analysis + therapists] lives on. “Mmm, I think Freud would have something to say about this.”

The intimacy then of discussion and the actual object to be converted into discourse is compelling. Our enjoyment becomes like a secret to be toyed with and fondled, pushing to be confessed to others and perhaps even bragged about and simultaneously reveling in its intrigues. The truth of this is only more found in the obeisance of gossip. “She got with him?? Dude she’s a freak. She will give you road head.” Theres not much to say. Exclusive knowledge is exhilarating.

It is not enough then to engage in the feminist call for sexual liberation. That may be silly. There is little refusal of sex but there is a prudish pandemonium in regards to what flys. 

Perhaps the feminist operation here is one of defanging the shit talkin beast. Or more precisely inoculation. If we consider gossip as the execution of certain personal libidinal fascinations then we also have to consider the nature of the term: slut. Returning here we can understand slut to mean a slovenly woman. Associated with both a maid and a promiscuous female. One realises here that the implication is that slut = slovenly or more reduced sex = dirty. Which of course raises the question: what is clean? [Not begs mind you, begging the question is wholly disparate.] If we consider the whole operation of sex as dirty then that leaves abstinence or moral abandon [in more modern terms trashy bitchery] and certainly such an extreme choice is rather asininely dialectical. So it follows that a certain appropriation is required to unravel the discursive power of the word slut. In pithier terms, we need a fuck yo shit to the idea itself. 

Our case study will be the drunken hookup which begins with a simple question: Why do dumb people drink? I’ve asked the question and have received less than satisfactory answers so I turn my attentions to it now.  I wouldnt be so condescending as to assume stupid people embody conceptions of stupid animals. It would seem aids for getting more into the moment are near transcendent [Hell monkeys drink]. That regardless of deviations in connectedness to other people, alcohol dont hurt. This potentially lies in bed with the inhibitions against open sexuality. It would seem that the very deployment of the word slut is responsible for an agoraphobia to sexual publicity, not simply I feel because sex is a moral no-no but because of an awareness of the judging eyeing common making circulation of  knowledge, that we have a right to remain silent and any lewd behavior will be used in a trial of our peers. Not that there is some sinister critic in the shadows watching us perform but that any social behavior requires a certain degree of self awareness and therefore anxiety which alcohol as alembic can dull. Drunken hookups then are ironically both produced and preempted by slutphobia. Instead of a clearheaded attraction there is a dull eyed passion and while aspects of the two are interchangeable the state of the latter easily evaporates upon awakening to blame it on the al al al al al cohol. There exists then a positive feedback system by which attempts to defy social conventions through increased promiscuity adopt a modus operandi of intoxication, that is we gotta get crunk to fuck. An overexaggeration of course.

The alternative then is a question classiness. Slutphobia posits a point of conversion into an ethical pickiness. Not to preclude enjoyment but to understand the dynamics by which we deploy the word: slut and understand that the solution then is standards for sexuality, a question of desire and its context. It is is not a prohibition of drunken hookups but an examination of the desire that constitutes them. 

After all, consider wikipedia:

(A notable example of this use [in reference to maid] is Samuel Pepys’s diary description of his servant girl as “an admirable slut” who “pleases us mightily, doing more service than both the others and deserves wages better” (February 1664).)