What’s the most e-mailed article from the Duke Chronicle? It’s a piece by senior Matt Sullivan called “Rain on the Duke Parade” that laments the end of fun at Duke.

On a high school visit to Duke,

I had dinner with seven gorgeous girls on a gorgeous night outside at Parizade until the Delta Sig formal kicked us out, headed to the Edens quad for a Kappa Sig rager full of kegs, tunes and hugs, passed out in section, woke up and wrote my last high school English paper, got on a plane and couldn’t help but think of who wouldn’t want to grow up at a place like this, where you work hard and you play hard and then you work harder and then you play harder and that’s what you’re supposed to be doing if you want to. Duke rocked….

But those salad days are over.

In the four years since, I have witnessed nothing short of an administrative ransacking of this school’s social life…

I’m slightly sympathetic to this argument, since I partied a lot at college and don’t regret it for a minute. Bladderball, Tang, Feb Club…that was just mad fun with no harm done.

(All right, the whole thing with the tequila shots contest/Julie B. episode wasn’t my finest hour, but I was under a lot of pressure at the time. Same thing with the incident at the Branford Ball. Same thing with—oh, never mind.)

Like the late Eliot House master Alan Heimert, I also believe that you can’t completely control adolescent behavior and that it’s actually useful, from an evolutionary point of view, when young people do stupid things—they learn. The touching-a-hot-stove theory….

On the other hand, that behavior sometimes hurts other people, as it allegedly has with the Duke rape, and that should never be tolerated.

Meanwhile, our litigious culture makes it increasingly difficult for college administrators to turn a blind eye to young kids doing dumb things, even if they’d like to.

And while American kids might like to think of college as a place to “study hard and play hard,” international students might come to college to study harder, and wind up kicking our economic butt.

So, while I’m sure that Mr. Sullivan has a point, his piece is really an elegy to a culture of partying that’s getting harder and harder to validate.