At times, it becomes hard to tell whether or not someone at Reed is attractive or not. Mummified in unending layers of clothing to protect against the cold, rainy conditions, most people look akin to a mobile pile of winter clothing. Unless you happen to possess a fetish for scarves and umbrellas, then your best bet would be to wait until people have unwrapped their true selves from beneath their protective layers. On the surface and under wraps, Reed guys and girls are strikingly different from their state school counterparts. Taking a glance at the Reed campus on a Friday night engenders a different feel from a glance at a larger state school; students do not throng to designated sectors of campus and the surrounding neighborhoods in search of a bubbling nightlife of jazz and liquor. Instead, Reed students generally quietly celebrate the end of a tiring week either with friends or by themselves in the campus library. Don't get me wrong—Reed students enjoy partying as much as the next student; we simply do not have as much time to party.
Furthermore, as a gathering of individuals, Reed supports personal experimentation and choice. Although not an overly promiscuous campus, Reedies generally enjoy slightly more sexual liberation than the average society does. In short, Reedies are human like anyone else. You can describe us according to our looks if you want, but doing so would do us a disservice, as such trivial concerns do not dominate the campus. To echo a few of the student reviews, you should not come to Reed if you're looking for a place where you can ogle the student body.