Mom and I got into an interesting discussion yesterday regarding the fact that I had to get a pap in order to get birth control when I was an older teen. Now they don't recommend pap's until you are over 21 or have been sexually active for 2 years.
It got us talking about how the care and maintenance of "the glittery hoo-ha of happiness" has changed and how that could have an impact on teen sexuality.
My favorite comment from tommy's Blair House article?
That disgusting, petty, nasty little goblin!! I hope he has gigantic boils on his arse for the rest of his life.
Somehow, this is making me giggle like a little girl.
The speech I gave my abstainant cousins before they left for college was, "You've set a difficult standard of behavior for yourself and that's always an admirable thing. But if for some reason you don't live up to that standard you can either a) go "crap, I messed up" and return to your former behavior or b) pay for it for the rest of your lives. Get some condoms, put them in your dresser, and never ever open them."
What's so difficult about that, people?
These girls had learned that the same statistic meant that, in real-world situations, as opposed to controlled ones where everything is done perfectly, 10% of acts of intercourse with a condom resulted in pregnancy.
Oh lord.
I am having a seriously eye-stabby day. And so are my coworkers! Whyfor, people???
Oh, and I think it's juvenile crime that peaks after 3pm, not juvenile Doing It. Sorry for spreading erroneous facts.
At my college, anyway, it was kind of hard to avoid getting condoms. There were some in the orientation packet, there was a basket of them in every dorm common room, and just about every group giving out freebies included condoms. One of my friends made a mosaic on her wall out of them, and it was at least two feet square. (And these were all ones that had been given to her, not ones she'd taken from the free baskets.)
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I know I shouldn't find that funny, all things considered, but HEE!
Should I?
It's an excellent book. It sounds very similar to your own experiences. I don't know if that's a good thing, though.
I know I shouldn't find that funny, all things considered, but HEE!
You were the person I was thinking of when I posted that.
I cannot find a comfortable position. I suspect there won't be one until tomorrow. But the nerves on the left side of C3-C7 (well, at least the useless ones) should be dead.