Unlocking the Fierce Obsession: Why That Camp Counselor Still Fuels Our Fire Years Later
In Wet Hot American Summer, there’s a gag in which camp counselor Andy is so engrossed in making out with counselor Lindsay that the kid jet-skiing behind the boat Andy’s driving drowns. On rewatching it, I laughed at the joke. But watching it for the first time as a tween, I thought, I can see myself doing that, no problem. A horniness that left death and destruction in its literal wake was a horniness I understood completely.
Fortunately, the eroticism of camp counselors exists for only as long as one’s youth and inexperience do. My love for them was designed to self-destruct as soon as I went to college where the attainable love was. But until then, they teach you rock-climbing and how to desire, both in low-stakes settings where you’re unlikely to go home with more than a scar on your leg or your heart.
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