Sometimes I hear one out my Maryland window, within earshot of the northeast corner of the Washington DC Beltway. “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you-all?”
Our college had some co-ed dorms, and to answer your question, nothing stopped them. The college didn’t bother to police anybody’s sex life, but it was a very small campus, and pretty much everybody knew who everybody else was sleeping with, so unless you wanted the world to know, you didn’t.
Somebody did this in my dorm but they did it to two doors on the same hall and switched them. Somebody came out of the shower, walked down the hall the usual number of steps, and was confronted by Room 208 instead of Room 204….
I heard that’s a good movie, but I can’t watch it. I don’t want to be thinking about Hugo Weaving in drag during Elrond’s scenes in the Lord of the Rings movies. It would spoil the mood.
Yeah, being afraid of losing your job and your political autonomy would be loads of fun for you, I suspect. If not, don’t be a dick and mock other people.
“Facts” and “the internet” weren’t in the same sentence, dear.