So wrote Erica Jong, in "Fear of Flying," quoted by Kat Rosenfield, in "What the Cornell 7 Texts Reveal" (The Free Press).
Just over 50 years later, albeit less articulately, another young woman expressed similar sentiments—in a series of disjointed, typo-laden text messages, following a now-infamous incident of drunken, drug-fueled group sex at a Cornell University fraternity house.
“I think we all have a soul bond now cause very few people can say they’ve had an experience like that,” she wrote in one message. In another: “i don’t think we should feel any shame for the part. our body our choice asf”—asf being shorthand for the emphatic as fuck.
The delusion/hope of "a soul bond" is just about the opposite of Jong's "zipless fuck." It's a desire for deep attachment. It's the something more that wrecks the purity Jong envisioned.





