When I was in school, Wellesley had a reputation for women who were... "lesbian while collegiate"? There was a specific term, that I can't remember off the top of my head.

Whether or not it was true, don't know.

I believe the term is LBG -- lebian before graduation.

As for the curriculum, well, judge for yourselves . . .

http://www.wellesley.edu/WomenSt/curriculum_overall.html

On my campus LBG or LBGT (for "lesbian, bisexual, gay, and transgender") is generally used for the activist types who are politically active and is even used by the administration (think "the LBGT community" in an event announcement).

The youthful indiscretions are referred to as LUGs ("lesbians until graduation").

What ever happened to drinking 'til you puked?

Things sure have changed since my college days.

I am so sick of lesbians. They really aren't very attractive.

Dan---The acronym you are looking for is LUG. There was a high-larious piece in the onion about it a couple of years ago.

I'm sure the straight Wellesley grads loved that line. Perhaps the llamas could ask HRC to provide an authorative answer... Or, better yet, put it into a pop culture question at the Dems next debate ...

The responses would be priceless...

Hillary will cry again...

you all sound like idiots. i doubt any of you know any wellesley women personally. i know many (my sister and several of my friends went there). and that line is not representative of their experiences.

Sean, I went to MIT. We had several little sisters from Wellesley connected to our fraternity [all of whom, as far as I know, were purely heterosexual]. Clearly, not every single female who went to Wellesley experimented with F-F sex, but at least within my experience that was rumored to be occuring at Wellesley, more than any other womens colleges in the area.

And apparently at least the rumor is part of popular culture as well, given the TV show.

From The Crimson :

Last Sunday night, dozens of Harvard students waited at Johnston Gate for the Senate bus, more commonly known as “the fuck truck,” to whisk them away to a sort of revelry rarely seen here. The invitation, sent out to hundreds of Harvard e-mail accounts, had called for “queers, gays, allies, men, women, queens, dykes, bois, girls, butches, femmes, fairies, fruits, trannies, homosexuals, bisexuals, heterosexuals, drag queens, drag kings, and friends.” These Harvard hopefuls were headed to none other than the famous Dyke Ball, an annual fete of queer debauchery at Wellesley College.

Bus tickets had long since sold out, and eager first-years were begging the driver to be let on board. Once allowed, these Dyke Ball first-timers piled into the bus, with one anxiously asking a friend if her “conservative brown dress” would pass muster with the queer fashion police.

At the Dyke Ball, costume is required and “creative black tie” is recommended. In practice, that means everything from lingerie to formalwear, leather to feathers, high femme to butch drag. This year, one Wellesley student wore a satin “vagina” on her chest and asked drag emcee Jay Franklin to touch it. (Franklin, perhaps too much of a gentleman, declined.)

One pair of Wellesley students wearing nothing but lingerie and body glitter competed together in an onstage kissing contest. They were so involved in their exhibition that Franklin pulled the scantily-clad students off each other, saying, “This is a kissing contest, and that’s a lot more than kissing.”

Over the years, Dyke Ball’s reputation for lesbian exhibitionism has drawn “sketchy people” and “people coming to gawk,” says Ellie A. Graham, a board member of the Wellesley Lesbians, Bisexuals, Transgendereds and Friends (WLBTF). “Sometimes there are whole frats who will come and be like, ‘ooh, look at all the dykes’ and stare at people.”

The influx of onlookers displeased some WLBTF members. “It looked like a straight party, not a queer party,” Graham says. “A whole lot of guys in khaki pants grinding with their girlfriends. We welcome straight people and allies at Dyke Ball, but we want it to be a queer party. The fact that frat boys were getting in and keeping Wellesley students out was upsetting.”

In response, last year WLBTF changed its ticketing policy to reduce the number of non-Wellesley students who could attend Dyke Ball. While that limited the number of frat boys, it also kept out queer Harvard women who wanted to attend the event.

The costume requirement had been a part of Dyke Ball for a long time, but last year was the first year it was strictly enforced at the door, Graham says, as part of WLBTF’s efforts to prevent the Ball from gaining a reputation for heterosexual khaki-grinding.

“Some guys came in totally normal clothes,” she says. “We said that if they want to take of their pants, and go just in their boxers, then they could come in.”

Yet for some attendees’ tastes, the costumes are still not quite queer enough. “I thought there’d be more playing with gender and less playing with slutty,” says Karina A. Mangu-Ward ’05, co-chair of the Harvard queer women’s group Girlspot.

In response to queer students at schools like Harvard failing to get tickets to last year’s Dyke Ball, last year WLBTF inaugurated an e-ticketing system by which students at colleges other than Wellesley could reserve tickets in advance.

“The goal was to get off-campus queer people to come who didn’t necessarily have Wellesley contacts,” said WLBTF off-campus coordinator Robin N. Nelson.

The system was popular with Harvard students, who ordered more e-tickets than students at any other college, according to Nelson. Girlspot publicized Dyke Ball to its membership, sending out numerous e-mails, talking up the event at the meeting, and making sure people knew how to get to Wellesley.

The crowd this year included 1,800 people, which Nelson said was the biggest Dyke Ball ever. As recently as last year, Dyke Ball was held in Wellesley’s Alumni Hall ballroom, which has only a 600-person capacity, but this year WLBTF dressed up the Wellesley Field House for the Ball to accommodate larger crowds.

“Tonight, we are all dykes!” shouted Franklin to the screaming crowd. The highlight of the evening was the performance by the high-femme and butch drag lesbian burlesque performance troupe, the Princesses of Porn with the Dukes of Dykedom. Dyke Ball 2003 also featured the seductive moves of dance troupe Mia Anderson’s Drag Kings, Sluts, and Goddesses and the Wellesley the LesBiTrans advisor.

A group of Harvard first-year women danced on the crowded platform amidst boys in drag, glittering Wellesley women and colored lights flashing across the catwalk. Such a scene would rarely, if ever, be seen in the room parties and final clubs of the Harvard social scene.

Still, while our campus may not be host to celebrations of gender-play and queer sexuality, Mangu-Ward said that for her, Wellesley did not live up to its hype. “I didn’t feel that Wellesley was this blossoming haven of lesbianism that Harvard isn’t,” she said.

So what do Wellesley students think of this year’s increase in the number of Harvard Dyke Ball-goers?

“We enjoyed the dance a lot more,” Nelson said.

Sean,

Not to pile on, but yes, I dated a Wellesley woman. Although she and broke up half way through through her sophomore year, I was in the picture long enough to see her freshman year roommate come out of the closet.

Also, in the early eighties there was apparently some problem w/ the other team leaving graffiti in the librairy, the College thought to put out an open log book entitled, "You can write in this book" where students of all persuasions could leave commentary, which fit some of the themes mentioned above. It proved so popular, that Book II was introduced. I don't know if Book III lived existed as I was out of the picture by then.

Wellesley alums from the mid eighties, please correct if I'm wrong...

All the Wellesley grads of the mid -eighties I've known were straight. But they used to swing dance to the Rolling Stones...

You have to witness that to understand how just ridiculous it was...we used to sit back with single malt scotch in hand and just smile....

Sorry, Sean. My sister-in-law is a (straight) Wellesley grad and I went to Wesleyan and knew several more. Shoe? Meet foot.

we used to sit back with single malt scotch in hand and just smile....

How can you have a single malt scotch in hand and NOT smile?

I don't have any direct knowledge of the LUG phenomenon (thanks, Steve-O, for the correction) at Wellesley.

But as a high school senior who attended a dance or two at Smith, I can tell you that I saw enough there to scar my young mind. I simply assume the phenomenon was not unknown in the 80s at others of the Seven Sisters.