Unhooked: The new culture of casual sex

It's been nearly 50 years since the pill first revolutionized sex on college campuses and though "free love" may be a thing of the past, a new culture of casual sex, known as "hooking up," has now become the norm.

Author Laura Sessions Stepp chronicles this phenomenon in her new book "Unhooked: How Young Women Pursue Sex, Delay Love and Lose at Both." Here's an excerpt.

Introduction
I can explain the origin of this book with two ­stories —­ one brief, the other more detailed.

In the spring of 1998, the principal of a suburban Washington, D.C., middle school called about ­twenty-­five parents to a special night meeting. There, over the annoying hum of the fluorescent bulbs found in ­eighth-­grade classrooms around the country, she announced that as many as a dozen girls had been performing oral sex on two or three boys for most of the school year. The thirteen- and ­fourteen-­year-­old students were getting it on at parties, in parks and even in a couple of neighborhood parking lots.

The parents sat momentarily in silence, stunned. This was before President Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky made oral sex a household word, and two years before the popularity of oral sex in middle schools percolated through the media. One mother, who had heard the news over the phone from a school counselor before the meeting, told me later, “I almost dropped the phone.”

The school was my son’s. He was not involved, but kids he knew were. I wrote about the sex ring for The Washington Post and I remember, to this day, what one girl in particular told me.

“I did it first in the fall with a boy I kinda liked, thinking it would make him like me,” she said. “It ­didn’t. Then I did it a couple more times in the spring at parties. We would go outside, then come back in and sit around and talk about it. It was no big deal.”

NBC VIDEO Is 'hooking up' unhealthy for teens? March 5: Laura Sessions Stepp, author of "Unhooked," and Amber Madison, author of "Hooking Up," talk with TODAY host Meredith Vieira about the new culture of casual sex among teens, and its effect on young women. Today Show Books

Now, in 1964, my ­eighth-­grade girlfriends and I were no prisses; we had secret places around town where we went to kiss and neck with our boyfriends. But when did teenaged ­girls—­everyday girls, not just the “fast” girls or the “loose” ­girls—­start skipping the smooching and go straight to giving head? How did they come to believe that offering their services to guys they barely knew “was no big deal”?

My reporting instincts shifted into high gear as I discovered that this was not an isolated case. School administrators were beginning to report similar behaviors in middle schools around the Washington area. My editors, extremely uncomfortable about putting the phrases “oral sex” and “middle school” in the same newspaper story, pressed for multiple, concrete examples, and I delivered. Eventually, after much debate, they published the article on the front page, and that launched me on an investigation that continues today into the sexual and romantic lives of America’s young people.

Now for the second, longer story. It took place almost seven years later, in January 2005, on a college campus in downtown Washington.

Rapper T.I.’s ­voice—­and more than a few shots of ­liquor—­had hundreds of students buzzed that Saturday night inside the Marvin Center of George Washington University (or GW). Crowded along both sides of an elevated catwalk, waiting for scantily clad freshman women to emerge from a tent at one end, the students sang along with the music:

Who set the city on fire as soon as he got freed

Da king back now, ho’s ­don’t even know how to act now

Hit the club strippers gettin’ naked ’fore I sit down

Bring ’em out! Bring ’em out!

Out they came, one act after another, eighteen- and ­nineteen-­year-­old Division I athletes, ranging from passably pretty to ­drop-­dead gorgeous, putting themselves up for bid at the annual “date auction” sponsored by GW’s student athletic council. Big white bidding cards popped up immediately. Fifty dollars for a night on the town with a couple of lacrosse players! ­Seventy-­five dollars for members of the crew team!

The water polo players, dressed in swim parkas and strappy black stilettos, brought down the house. They had been practicing polo for eight months, spending thirty hours a week in the pool. Their season over, they left little question in anyone’s mind that they were ready to party.

Bumping and grinding to a new rap number, they ripped off their jackets to reveal short ­nightgowns—­see-­through black, with pink polka ­dots—­over black bras and lacy fuchsia boy shorts.

Fifty dollars! The bidding began.

A couple of players started to strip further and, drunk out of their minds, fell down.

­Seventy-­five dollars!

One player pretended to go down on another girl.

Eighty dollars!

Morgan, a muscular blonde freshman, started flashing the audience.

One hundred dollars! Sold!

Morgan turned to wobble back boozily into the tent.

“Nice vagina!” yelled a boy standing just below her as she left.

The next thing Morgan knew, it was early morning and she was lying in her own bed next to someone she thought of as just a friend. He told her that they had hooked up after the auction and that she had been a willing partner.

He also told her that they had had sex. After inspecting herself briefly, she realized it was true.

Four months later, she sat across a table from me in a campus coffee shop, her hair pulled back by a Burberry plaid headband. She sketched out the rest of that year at college. ­She’d had a series of sexual encounters, and none of them amounted to anything. She depended on alcohol to get ready for boys and, when things ­didn’t work out, to take the edge off her disappointment. Her grades were falling, putting her at risk of losing her scholarship. She had had several sessions with a psychiatrist, who prescribed an antidepressant that made her groggy.

­“I’ve dug myself a pretty deep ditch,” she admitted.

Would she participate in a date auction again, knowing what she knew now? I asked.

“Absolutely,” she said. “It was so much fun. The energy, the hype . . . The next day everyone was saying, ‘Those water polo girls were outrageous.’ . . . I knew I was an object, yeah. But I ­didn’t feel like a piece of meat at all. If it was in any way degrading, I never ­would’ve done it.”

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