Where's the Surgeon General when you need one?

On the heels of yesterday's discussion of acceptability, let's talk about other things that may or may not be acceptable. For instance, the photo below.

Remember that T'ai Chi retreat I went to a couple weekends ago? And remember how I said we were staying in the dorms at a boarding school? Well, it's not just any boarding school, it's a parochial boarding school. The beds are notoriously uncomfortable. The lumpiness of the plastic-covered matresses has been likened to a sack of cats — not that any of us knows exactly what it's like to sleep on a sack of cats, of course.

In past years, we've been housed in the girls' dorm, but this year, we were in the boys'. One of my classmates tilted his bedframe up against the wall to make room for his camping air mattress. The exposed bottom of the bunk, he discovered, bore some remarkable illustrations executed in black Sharpie marker. The stick figures and accompanying narration comprise a young man's guide to . . . um . . . personal fulfillment.

It wasn't terribly salacious material; the main instruction was to lock the door. But it was still amusing to think that teenage boys might actually need help figuring this activity out.