Years ago, as an undergraduate at what is now Truman State University in Missouri, I stopped into a local bar for a beer.
I wasn't much of a drinker in those days -- really. But it was Septemeber, and it was hot and my homework was finished, and it was Saturday night.
When I walked in the door, the entire Athletic Dept. faculty was was already there -- at 9 p.m. -- and they were already well on: obscene, sexist, loud, profane, abusive. I learned later that this was their usual condition when not actually "teaching" on campus.
I left the beer half-finished and retreated to the local Vietnam-vet-and-hippy-bar, where civilized behavior, believe it or not, was the rule rather than the exception.
Understand, these were not athletes -- students; they were tenured faculty. Some of them professors.
I've remembered the experience for going on 30 years, and I can only express sympathy and understanding for the young woman's plight. One thinks of the "whited graves" metaphor Jesus used to describe the pharisees.
But least she has the comfort of knowing that stripping is an honorable, ancient and even artistic profession.
Certainly she did nothing to dishonor herself or her school. Garden-variety collegiate establishment jocks, on the other hand, embrace dishonor and immorality as a birthright.
Best wishes, Tony