There’s something that tends to happen every Saturday morning in my house.
In our respective rooms, we wake up early, usually to the sound of one another’s stirrings. Someone goes to the bathroom, brushes his or her teeth, starts to get ready. Eventually, when we’re all awake and have our doors open, one of us will emerge, hair tousled, eyes lidded with sleep, and say, “So, how was your night?”
Although my housemates and I usually begin our evenings at the same party, we often drift off our own ways, either to other parties, back to our rooms, or to other people’s rooms. Asking what happened last night is the process of filling in the gaps, and our answers vary: sometimes we’ll talk about who we hung out with or ran into, and sometimes we’ll talk about who we hooked up with.
It’s funny to think that hooking up – something that now seems so ordinary and so ingrained in my university’s party culture – used to be wholly unfamiliar to me. Prior to coming to the U.S., I had never heard or known of the concept.
A completely different culture
I grew up in a culture where sex definitely happened, but was never discussed. You didn’t talk about sex or physical desires, and you never saw any hints of it on TV or the media.
Public displays of affection were, for the most part, taboo: couples didn’t touch too tenderly in public, and ideally they didn’t touch at all. Pop stars sung of chaste, romantic love that saw its physical culmination in marriage. Sex, if it ever manifested itself in the media, came in the form of a warning: you couldn’t watch a Thai soap opera without seeing the heroine, at least once, be threatened by rape.
Thus, if there was anything about going to the U.S. that I was utterly unprepared for, it was the hook up culture. My first moment of culture shock in the U.S. wasn’t about food, language, academics, or the tendency for American students to drop a pop culture reference every other sentence. It actually came from going to a frat party, and seeing, for the first time, a couple making out.
It wasn’t the kissing that left me incredulous – it was that the two were kissing in public (and quite passionately at that), without a care as to who could see them. I remembered being a bit shocked and unsure of what to do, especially when the couple happened to be making out against the table where I had stored my things. After I had gotten my coat and left the party, I realized that there it was, I had experienced it: culture shock.
Navigating the hook up scene
I got my first introduction to what “hooking up” meant from a sophomore who explained the term to us international students. I was immediately struck by its ambiguity. “Hooking up” was amorphous and all-encompassing, a loose term that could mean anything from making out on the dance floor to going home with someone.
Over my first few weekends on campus, my friends and I started learning the different bounds and ramifications of the experience: we went to parties and learned what it was like to kiss strangers. We learned to stick together, but to also let each other know if we were going home with someone else. We encountered some awkward situations (how do you act when you see the person the next day at brunch? When do you leave and when do you stay?), but understood that they were an inevitable part of the learning process.
The fun of having no strings attached
One of the first things that I found attractive about hooking up was how relaxed it was. The idea that sex wasn’t such a loaded act, that it could be enjoyed casually by both parties, was refreshing. There was a kind of freedom to being able to acknowledge that you wanted something, and to get it without having to worry about breaking a social norm. Ideally, hooking up was also something that was always your choice, something that you were in control of: you decided whether or not you wanted to hook up, and how far you wanted to go.
For one of my friends, the complete detachment of a hook up is what makes it so alluring. There is no need for conversation or personal interest. There is no awkwardness, just sex.
“Hooking up is almost like a sport,” she told me. “It’s a purely physical interaction devoid of emotion.” Hooking up, for her, is convenient; she doesn’t have to think much about it. For some of my other friends, hooking up is a way of casually pursuing a romantic interest, of having fun until the right person comes along.
Recognizing its faults
However, that loose, “anything goes” kind of attitude can also make a lot of hook ups confusing, messy, and, at times, demoralizing. I’ve had to console friends when their hook ups ended abruptly, or when someone they had slept with ignored them the next day.
No matter how well-versed you are with the rules of hooking up, it’s not always easy to separate emotions from sex. At times, I’ve fallen into thinking that how someone responds (or doesn’t respond) to me in a hook up is somehow a reflection of myself, of some kind of deficiency in my personality—even when I know it’s not. Furthermore, when almost anything is permissible in a hook up, you can find yourself in a gray zone where even the standard rules for social interaction (such as knowing someone’s name) no longer need to apply.
I think it’s also important to note that hooking up, while pervasive (if not ubiquitous) on college campuses, is not always accepted as a positive part of the culture. There are a number of debates as to whether or not hook up culture is damaging or liberating. I’ve heard a lot of people complain that the hook up culture is so pervasive that it’s hard to find any kind of intimacy that goes beyond the physical. While some social critics argue that hooking up is an achievement in feminism, others worry that it’s a step backwards for healthy, intimate relationships.
Plus, safety is a legitimate concern when it comes to hooking up. Sexual assault is, unfortunately, a far too common occurrence on many college campuses, and several incidents have been reported during my time at Wesleyan. As much as a college campus can feel familiar and safe, assault can – and does – happen. In fact, one of the most repeated statements about sexual assault is that most incidents occur among people who know each other, in familiar social situations.
On the other hand, I’ve definitely come to respect how much colleges here emphasize raising awareness of sexual assault. During my freshman year orientation, I was required to attend a discussion of sexual assault that was facilitated by both students and university staff. Participating in that discussion (and subsequent others) has helped me understand the issues surrounding sexual assault and consent, as well as to maintain my own safety.
Hooking up is your choice
My own foray into freshman year hook ups was relatively brief. By November, I started dating someone who eventually became my boyfriend for the next two and a half years. It began, somewhat surprisingly, in a way that edged on the traditional: we went on dinner dates and spent some time getting to know each other before we “called it official” – all of which came before our first kiss.
Now, as a current senior, I’m single and am discovering hookups again. I believe that relationships happen when they happen, and until then, I’m content to explore.
My friends have all made their own choices as well. Some hook up pretty regularly with different guys, while some have eschewed hooking up for relationships. Others have never hooked up at all, nor even desired to do so.
Are there consequences to not participating in the college hook up culture? I’d say it all depends on how you see it – there’s a high chance that you’re going to encounter someone hooking up at a party, or that your friends will participate. I’ve been to parties where almost all my friends would eventually disappear with their hook-ups. It can definitely make you feel a bit left out sometimes, but I’ve come to accept it, especially knowing that I’ve done the same myself.
Are there consequences to participating? Again, it depends, especially on how much you care about how others perceive you. It’s hard to deny the double standards involved in hooking up – girls have to deal with the walk of shame while guys almost always don’t.
Furthermore, other international students may not be as open and accepting of hooking up, especially if it’s not a part of their culture. I certainly felt as if I was being judged for hooking up and going out at first, although this concern eased with time – I became much less conscious of how others felt, and they also came to accept cultural differences. Yet I’d say that the most important concern should not be how others perceive you, but how you feel about yourself. Ultimately, you should feel comfortable with what you’re doing.
In the end, whether or not you hook up is your choice. You can revel in the hook up culture, or reject it – it’s entirely up to you.