I ran right past disgusted into just plain appalled.
Self-expression? Yes, I understand that. But just like I don’t express my naked physique in public, I don’t care to know about others’ penises or any other sex failures. If I were looking for that kind of advice, I would know right where to find it. But when I pick up the Alligator, I don’t expect that. In particular, I am referring to the article on Thursday called “Hard OFF: When Penises Flop” and the sextoon.
How far have you come to get a reaction that you have to resort to these types of articles? Could you really not come up with anything more creative to share? Maybe something that didn’t involve being an indirect advocate for promiscuous, drunk sex? It makes me think that your staff is just a group of ravaged, hormonal, sex-starved teenagers, and that the only way to feel good about yourself is to post cartoons defiling the tragedy in Haiti and an exemplary organization that is part of numerous countries around the world.
I’ve been at UF for four years, and I’ve always loved getting the Alligator, but now you just make me want to throw up, and that’s not an understatement — it’s just the plain truth. And I’m neither a saint nor a celibate Christian. I curse when I shouldn’t and have a safe sex life. Yet all of this I cannot stand because it degrades your work, that of the Alligator’s predecessors, the university, the city and UF students in general. Have some class.
