Looks like Not-Jenna has some fun too:

Her dad was Skull and Bones. So was her grandfather and great-grandfather. By not joining Yale’s secret society, Barbara Bush broke with that tradition.

But she embraced another - the naked party.

Yale’s naked parties have been described as an intellectual salon without the clothes. Incoming freshmen hear about the ritual long before setting foot on campus.

The creme de la creme of naked parties is the springtime event held by the Pundits, a society synonymous with streaking through the library during finals. This one is invitation only for about 40 to 50 “A-list” guests. A bouncer checks names at the door.

In the spring of 2002, Barbara Bush, then a sophomore, arrived at a house on Crown Street for the fun, according to at least two people who saw her there. Not known: the whereabouts of her Secret Service protection.

Like everyone else at the party, sources say, she left her inhibitions at the door and her clothes in a changing room, then mingled with the other guests over wine, cheese and pool.

Naked parties are not orgies, not even close, despite their name, say those who attend. Stripped of clothing and other status markers, students are rendered equal. There’s more eye contact, less small talk. Everyone’s vulnerable.

Glad that someone in the Bush family is being exposed to John Rawls, if only in a second-hand manner.

“At most clothed parties, it’s more overt that people are hitting on each other - naked parties are actually less sexual,” one student was quoted as saying in a 1999 Yale Daily News story titled, “Nude Haven.”

Uhhh... right.

[lumbergh] I'm gonna have to go ahead and disagreeee with you on that one [/lumbergh]

Cue George Carlin's bit on whether there's more fucking per capita at the North Pole or the Equator.

Anyway...