Three Cheers

I recently saw part of a commercial for the “Girls Gone Wild” videos, in which some nubile young idiots were enticed — by the presence of cameras (the device that may not be denied), and by the beckoning promise of fleeting immortality — to flash everybody. These poor souls did not know that they had been persuaded to throw away the only sexual authority and self-respect that a young woman can possibly have, that of modesty. But a bunch of girls crowded together anyway to set up a cheer — “Girls Gone Wiiiiillllddd!” It was remarkably sad, like watching a collection of fat little oysters setting up to give three cheers to the Walrus and the Carpenter.