Ross Douthat, Privilege, bottom of p. 184:
One successful foray ended on the guest bed of a high school friend's parents, with a girl who resembled a chunkier Reese Witherspoon drunkenly masticating my neck and cheeks. It had taken some time to reach this point--"Do most Harvard guys take so long to get what they want?" she had asked, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I wasn't sure what to say, but then I wasn't sure this was what I wanted. My throat was dry from too much vodka, and her breasts, spilling out of pink pajamas, threatened my ability to. I was supposed to be excited, but I was bored and somewhat disgusted with myself, with her, with the whole business... and then whatever residual enthusiasm I felt for the venture dissipated, with shocking speed, as she nibbled at my ear and whispered--"You know, I'm on the pill..."
Seriously, wtf. College guy not eager for sex from reese witherspoon-alike (and identified in detial, as Brad Delong points out, to humiliate her), and then (again, as a college student engaging in a trist of casual sex) turned OFF by birth control. Note that college guy saught out casual sex beforehand to get to this point, so it's not like he's morally awesome woawesome.
What the hell, totally awesome. The NYT got a real bonafide self-loathing young conservative homosexual to replace Kristol. Awesome, more of this kind of stuff in your columns please Ross (without the odious public humiliation).
