Waaaaaaaay back in the late 80s, bars in my college’s city would accept a college ID as proof of age. Our college IDs were so, uh, rudimentary, that we could alter our birth year with a pencil, slide it into the blurred plastic covered area of a wallet, and bar hop our way around town.
My Catholic mother, who attended an East Coast Catholic college in the 1950s, was shocked and appalled that my Catholic Jesuit college did not have curfews. I was shocked and appalled that this was once a thing. And then pointed out to her that our on-campus housing was converted apartments with men and women gasp living RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER. ON THE SAME FLOOR. I thought she’d break her hand at the time from all the rosary clutching. LOL!
We are keeping all the talk very chaste about her grandson’s co-ed dorm at Penn State. 