BREAKING NEWS: The college dating scene absolutely sucks.
I know Iâm not the first, nor will I be the last to tell you this. However, you canât blame me for sending out a warning either. As it stands right now, I want to be in a relationship but there are several things preventing that. These roadblocks consist of the following: I hate going through the âgetting to know each otherâ process, I despise dating apps, and my personal favorite, the âicks.â
Let me break it down for you. Getting to know a new person, what their favorite color is, the way they take their coffee, and what theyâre majoring in is perpetually boring. To be frank, I do not care whatsoever. I want to jump ahead to the important stuff and leave the awkward small talk on the doorstep. When it comes to dating apps, why are they even called that? In college most people want one thing, and that one thing only, to hookup. We are not in the era of our parents, most of whom had whirlwind college romances. In my opinion hookup culture is vile, and Iâll pass on a âNetflix & Chillâ session with the community frat boy.
Now itâs time to discuss the foremost cause of my relationship obstructions, the âick.â An âickâ is defined by Urban Dictionary as âSomething someone does that is an instant turn-off to you, making you instantly hate the idea of being with them romantically.â
This is a very broad category, and the âicksâ can consist of habits, clothing, hygiene and much more. Let me list some of my personal âicksâ as an example:
- Being rude to waitstaff
- Wearing Axe body spray
- Wearing khaki shorts (especially cargo shorts, Iâm cringing at the thought)
- The way men apply Chapstick
Now that you can picture my turn-offs, letâs talk about it. Firstly, if I see a man doing or wearing any of the above, Iâll instantly shudder in horror. Itâs not that I despise men (my exes will confirm that is certainly not the case), the problem is itâs cringeworthy, abhorrent, and any other loathsome synonym. Whether some of these âicksâ invoke secondhand embarrassment, or pure disgust, the result is synonymous: any romantic considerations I had have been completely scrapped.
Since Iâm just one person, I naturally had to expand my âickâ database when writing this article. I begged the âWhat are your icks?â question to my fellow Her Campus writing teammates. Let me just say, I had no idea what kind of Pandoraâs Box I was opening by asking, but Iâm glad someone finally did. Now itâs time for their âicksâ to step up to the plate.
Readers be warned: The following âicksâ may cause nausea, fever, headache, and rash (from pure mortification)
- âRunning after a ping pong ballâ -Kelli Byrd
- âWhen they drink piss beer, or poor taste in alcohol in generalâ -Emily Counsil
- âHaving to drive a guy anywhere is such an ick for meâ -Megan Tucker
- âTheir very existence is an ickâ -Amy Qiang
- âWhen theyâre attempting to rap and the aux cuts offâ -Addison Haynes
- âWhen guys try to make a deal with you as if it benefits you in the slightestâ -Lilly Capen
- âWhen they hit the button for a self-timer pic/TikTok and then run/waddle backwards to make it in the frameâ -Samantha Davis
- âHas no knowledge of history or pop cultureâ -Sami Gotskind
- âWhen I say something, and he says âbut not all menââ -Deema Al-Hihi
(Quick shoutout to all my lovely writing girls who helped me out when I needed to crowdsource my âickâ examples, love you all <3)
Even though these examples are only coming from the University of Kansas, the âickâ pandemic has apparently spread worldwide. A columnist from Glamour Magazine, Chloe Laws, writes about the âickâ from the publicationâs UK office. Her piece is an interesting read, and she dives into the societal construction behind the coined term and did her fair share of research on what we derive from romantic uneasiness. (You can read her article here.)
So be wary, and be warned, these âicksâ are not for the faint of heart. Like I said before, and youâll certainly hear again, the college dating scene sucks. We all like to daydream about âMr. Rightâ until we hear a man refer to his mother as âmommy.â We pray that our prince will sweep us off our feet, then a guy slaps his knee when laughing at a joke, which concurrently makes us nauseous. However, when you meet someone who makes all your âicksâ seem like childish apprehensions, well, good luck Her Campus. Â