Individuals with mutually desirable traits find each other easily. There are more pheromones in the academic air than in most singles bars. A campus is crawling with people in their prime. If that were not enough, universities add to this hormonal cauldron the heady aphrodisiacs of frequent intellectual and physical self-confidence. The corporate world has no idea what it is missing.
Frat parties are a spider s web into which innocent victims wander by chance.
Professors, in cunning, calculating rut, lay in wait for unwary, dewy creatures who yield to their guise. Literature has, to say the least, taken note of these phenomena. Courtship, seduction, and mating, in complex culture, are infinitely nuanced. They will not be defined or controlled by codes of conduct that try to do more than outlaw coercion and violence. It seeks to be a satire of the politically correct university.