The hookup culture that has largely replaced dating on college campuses has been viewed, in many quarters, as socially corrosive and ultimately toxic to women, who seemingly have little choice but to participate.
Actually, it is an engine of female progress—one being harnessed and driven by women themselves.
The men at the party flashed the snapshot at the women, and the women barely bothered to roll their eyes.
To put it crudely, feminist progress right now largely depends on the existence of the hookup culture.
In another corner of the room, a beautiful Asian woman in her second year at school was entertaining the six guys around her with her best imitation of an Asian prostitute—“Oooo, you so big. In my country, a girl like this would be desperate. America has unseated the Scandinavian countries for the title of Easiest Lay. Or is there, maybe, a different way to analyze the scene that had just unfolded?
Me love you long time”—winning the Tucker Max showdown before any of the guys had even tried to make a move on her. We are, in the world’s estimation, a nation of prostitutes. Admittedly, what the Argentinean and I had just witnessed fills the nightmares of those who lament the evil hookup culture: ubiquitous porn, young women so inured to ubiquitous porn that they don’t bother to protest, young women behaving exactly like frat boys, and no one guarding the virtues of honor, chivalry, or even lasting love.
Single young women in their sexual prime—that is, their 20s and early 30s, the same age as the women at the business-school party—are for the first time in history more successful, on average, than the single young men around them.
They are more likely to have a college degree and, in aggregate, they make more money.