What do BYU and Northwest U's administrators fear would happen if Soulforce was allowed to speak openly with students? People would make up their own minds? Oh, the horror!—Peter Davis
Trust me. This IS a huge new direction for SPU. I entered SPU in '84 and graduated in '89. Though the application was denied, change will come and I am proud of the administration even if it was only the appearance of giving fair consideration. Kudos to you all and kudos to the 800 that signed your petition. I am proud to be both a lesbian and a Christian—because I know that God claims me and always will.—Karen Zeller Lane
Thanks for the great work on this piece. I'm a relatively recent alum, but man, what a difference it would have made for me and so many others to have this group on campus then. Had drinks with a group of SPU alums tonight, all of us Christian, gay, and straight, looking forward to the time a new breeze blows on the north slope of Queen Anne.—03 alum
Bravo to Haven—keep it up. People like you might actually prompt me to go to church again.—Gail
Sorry, but I have no sympathy for this guy. In my experience, give a man the least chance to believe he has the upper hand in a relationship, especially the delusion that he is the pursued, and he will develop an attitude that will never change. In other words, you wanted him, so now he has the power. This is how even the sweetest man will see it and this is how he will act, to the point of turning you down just because he can. He will do it gleefully with an ego-fed song in his heart, even if he had previously been very interested in you.
I am in most other ways a rabid feminist, but when it comes to the beginning of a relationship, how it starts is the way it will continue. Never ask a man out, unless it's an innocuous, group-oriented, not-romantic occasion. And even then think twice. You might be creating a monster.—Zieglinda
I've dated a ton but not in the last two years since hitting 40. Married men hit on me constantly so I know I haven't taken a dive for the worse, and I'm often confused for age 34. I'm tall and slender, have a great job, many talents, own a home, have no kids, have a college degree, dress from nice shops. I'm credit-card-debt-free and have no cats! No one asks me out. People assume I have a boyfriend. Travel to another state, however, and I might as well have money pasted to me: I'm a hit. What gives, Seattle???
I don't ask men out. If they didn't ask first, I would find them too passive for my tastes. Go after what you want. (You know you won't be happy, guys, if you don't get the chase.)—Lisa
Speaking from the gent's point of view, I have loved being asked out. I never saw it as desperation or anything other than a compliment, and a sincere one at that. The brazen horndog rarely has the ladies' best interests in mind. Sometimes the shy guy who you have to approach first is the gem. Just ask my soon-to-be wife.—Jim
I've been passive, I've been aggressive, and by and large I have had more bad experiences being aggressive. I've had guys assume that I am way more into them then I actually am because of it. I've also had guys assume that because I was a liberated woman it means I had been "liberated" from the idea of romance. Just because I ask you out doesn't mean I don't like flowers or birthday cards. It doesn't mean you don't have to try.—JJ
MEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW! Typical Seattle metro-asexual. Grow a pair, dude! Steel yourself, man up, and ask the pretty girl out! Odds are she says no. I promise you, a penicillin shot hurts worse! This is much less of an issue in Boston, Dallas, Atlanta, anywhere but Seattle. You must have been raised by a single mom. It's YOUR JOB to ask the girl out, ya pussy!!
Call me an a-hole all you want, but I'm not hurting for dates, because I ASK THEM ALL OUT!—Johnathon
If "Mr. Brownstone" and "Aime" are the only songs you can remember when you're drunk, you clearly have a drinking problem, and furthermore may be suffering from the early onset of Alzheimer's disease. I can remember at least six songs when hammered: "Whipping Post," "She Sells Sanctuary," "Piano Man," and three more by Steve Miller that I can't remember the names of when I'm sober.—Shick Shadel
Ah, memories. That rabbit joke was the thing in the third grade. It sounds like your paramour-to-be forgot the most important step: pulling his pockets inside-out to resemble rabbit ears. I'm sure, then, you can imagine the intended destination of any "petting."—Phil
