I think for a while we've all had a sense that there was a problem in our schools. Poor test scores, failing public schools, achievement gaps, all that bad stuff. We know that the Internet has made it impossible for young Americans, people barely eligible to vote while playing the lottery in a strip club, to "grasp that using words they did not write is a serious misdeed." In other words, we are not good at cheating anymore.
A few anti-cheating protections in place at the University of Central Florida, which is going way-high-tech in order to preserve (or re-institute?) its students' academic integrity, which has taken something of a hit in recent years: "No gum is allowed during an exam: chewing could disguise a student's speaking into a hands-free cellphone to an accomplice outside."
The late all-reality-TV network Fox Reality Channel used to have a family-themed variant on Cheaters called Sex Decoy: Love Stings. In the show, a mother and her daughters, all of whom worked for the Arizonan PI firm Mate Check Private Investigations, would try and trap men who were thought to be cheats into flirting, or maybe some light making out. (The uncomfortable "mother pimping out her own flesh and blood" overtones aside, I have to say that watching the squirming men can be sort of fun. But I like Cheaters, too.) In Japan, a similar service is performed by people known as "wakaresase-ya" (splitter-uppers), only there's [...]
