Slow Clap DILF.

Every SLU student, past and present, recalls memories around the beloved campus clock tower.  The statue of Deep-In-Thought-Doug sitting on the Northeast corner, reading a textbook or more likely tanning between classes and a the general area of congregation for all.  A large number of my college memories center around that spot and make me smile just thinking about them now.  Thanks to James Van Der Beek, one memory made me laugh out loud today.



Between 2005 and 2008, my college roommates and I sat on the steps around the clock tower and practiced the fine art of "DILF hunting."  After freshman year, it became uncomfortable to continue creeping on the prospective male high school students prowling our campus looking for their future homes.  (Although creepy was a typical word in our vocabulary.)  These unknowing fathers, donned in fine pressed khakis and J. Crew sweaters, were way better to look at then their letterman jacket clad sons.  Somewhere along the way we began the DILF clap, a slow purposeful clap brought to premonition steadily in cinema fashion, designed to bring unwarranted attention and embarrassment for the DILF in question.

Dear SLU DILF dads, I salute you.  Thanks James Van Der Beek.

DILF Khakis from James Van Der Beek