The article paints a picture of the lone man among a sea of women (not counting transgender students, which is a whole different story) and talks about what a change this is for the campus, but for me the real story is that there's only one, and that he's the first Haverford man to room at BMC for ten years. Because in my day -- cue olde tyme music and the waving of canes -- there were plenty of men living at BMC, enough to require two co-ed dorms. I even lived in a co-ed dorm my sophomore year (Radnor). The numbers dropped while I was there, from probably a couple of dozen men to only five or six, but men were still a presence on campus. But in hindsight, maybe that was the beginning of the end of the exchange, at least for awhile.
I'm not sure how I feel about it, really. I enjoyed my one year of co-ed living, but I didn't feel like I was missing out when I lived in women-only dorms the other three years. It's just weird, though, knowing that this place, preserved in amber in my mind, has moved beyond the place I remember. So far, whenever I've gone back, it's still been Bryn Mawr, the place I know and love. I wonder how much would have to change for that not to feel true anymore. Probably a lot -- even just looking at pictures on the net makes me feel warm and fuzzy.