B.J. Hoopes
Thursday, as I read the letter “Stop P.D.A.,” I had to chuckle, because I saw much of myself in that letter. If it had been a year ago, I would have agreed and even fought for such a plea. I am now engaged and find myself on the other side of the battle lines.
I feel shocked to find myself defending P.D.A.s (public display of affection), but I find it important that some individuals understand how it is. When people are in love, they want to show it.
Now I agree that it can be taken too far, but for the most part, I don’t see any sickening displays on campus (except on a few occasions). I think that one thing that I have come to realize is that those who are disgusted by such displays usually don’t have someone with whom they can demonstrate such affection. I apologize if that offends anyone, but sometimes the truth hurts. The fact is that you probably don’t even realize it. I promise you, though, that your day shall come. The plague that has overcome much of this campus will one day grab you, and the truth is that you will probably like it.
