I had a roommate once who spent all weekend howling at the toilet. We
collected phone calls informing us of her past evening's derring-do:
topless on the bar, tongue-deep in a blond, exhausting the
expense account of some hapless stranger. She never had an inkling the next day. There simply is a difference between my discrete every-other weakness
and her appointment with the bottle. The study, as reported in the New
York Times, does nothing to distinguish between our very different behavior. She has no degree, but
like the large majority of college students, I graduated. Pathological
bingers need professional help, but there are many easy solutions for
the more moderate deviants.