COMING off this defeat with heads reeling, the MCP received its final blow of the evening. Sara, Sharman, and some of the other freshmen had conceived the idea of a boy's playroom to be located in the basement. Ever jealous of their privacy and quiet, the girls had devised this scheme to keep the boys, and the noise, as far away as possible. Over our hisses, boos, and "nay" votes the proposal was railroaded through, only to be voided by a strict passive resistance on the part of the fourth floor.

I think some of the girls here look on us as big pets. We are fun to play with, but when it comes to serious business we must be put in our kennel.

After the meeting one girl came up to me and said in a hushed but agitated voice, "You guys joke about male chauvinism, but it's a pretty serious thing, you know."

I do know, but it seems to me that most girls really don't exactly know what male chauvinism is. On the national level or the institutional level the issues are clear. Women are discriminated against, and this must stop. But on a personal level the issues are much more complex. Most girls I talked to still like to be helped with their coats or have doors opened for them; yet this is surely a product of traditional male chauvinism. I think it would be much easier for us to deal with chauvinism on a personal level if girls made it clear that they did not want us to act in chauvinist ways. As it is, however, many of the traditional intersexual practices will continue until women decide to end them.

Tuesday: There are lots of little things which make life here difficult, and Tuesday is raining and a good day for making lists:

There are no urinals in the bathrooms.

The dining room is arranged so that it is impossible to sit anywhere and not be in someone's way.

Doors here are always closed and often locked, including the front door.

The showers are somehow related to the toilets so that whenever a toilet is flushed it cuts off all the cold water in the shower.

The walls and floors are thin as hell, making it possible to hear conversations and other noises in adjacent rooms.

Mrs. Bunting comes to dinner fairly often, and all the girls seem to like her.

Girls eat breakfast in their bathrobes, while boys always seem to get dressed before eating.

The toilets all have signs saying, "Do not throw anything in the toilets; the plumbing, advertisement to the contrary notwithstanding, cannot take it. Please use paper sacks." Someone has stolen one of the signs in the boys bathroom.

Doing bells is fun.

The "Sha Na Na" album is the most popular.