I’d like to start off by letting everyone who read the article about T.J. (“Fun and fear south of the border,” March 31, 1997) know that not every club is like the one that was described. Granted, T.J. is not known for its class but for someone like me who is under 21 and loves to dance, it accommodates just fine.

My friends and I go to T.J. all the time, I mean all of the time. Not one of us acts like the girls described in the article. It’s wrong for Pretty Dave to generalize. He doesn’t know every girl that goes there. Maybe he attracts sluts because he is one himself.

Personally, I never even dance with a guy in T.J. because I am not looking for sex or anything of the sort. As a matter of fact my intentions are simply to have fun, to drink and dance with my friends. I would never take a guy home to my house. In fact I’ve never hooked up with the type of guy Pretty Dave seems to be. I have a sleazeball radar. I turn the other direction so they won’t say anything to me. For doing that I am then guilty of being a bitch. But I’d rather be a bitch than stuck talking to some jerk who is just trying to get laid.

The next time Pretty Dave wants to talk smack about the girls that go to T.J. maybe he should consider his own actions first. The double standard is beginning to fade which will leave Pretty Dave and all the other guys like him as nasty and dirty as the girls he’s been speaking of.

So maybe Pretty Dave and I can get together for a cup of coffee and I could educate him on some things like how to be a good person.

See, Pretty Dave does have a point. People, especially guys from our generation, use sex the wrong way. The way I see it is to each his or her own. But Pretty Dave’s “own” is to do the exact same things he’s been trashing the girls for. I wonder if he ever thought of that.

What reason does he have to ride the high horse? I think he should bow his head in shame for one, being so disrespectful, and two, for talking the way he did or does about girls he doesn’t even know.

Remember: Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Go ahead, Pretty Dave; I’m waiting. That’s what I thought.

When we go to Tijuana, Mexico, my friends and I take care of each other, we watch out for guys like Pretty Dave and, simply put, we enjoy ourselves. We always have a D.D. (designated driver) so we play it safe.

Maybe Pretty Dave would like to say all the things that he said to me, Pretty Cameron. That type of foul-mouthed nasty talk is the sign of an ill-mannered man.

Cameron Rodriguez

psychology junior