It seems that our country has reached a point where sex sits openly on the kitchen table and everyone can have a crack at it. So not only are grandpa and menopausal Auntie June gettin’ busy (not with each other, obviously), so is your fourteen year old cousin, and his thirteen year old girlfriend (probably together).
This may seem liberating, since we are becoming a sexually open culture. But think of it this way: people are changing their views and opinions of sex, which in turn is leading to kids having a warped view of sex from the start.
Just the other day, my mom said (concerning sex before marriage), “It’s not a moral or religious issue for me, but having sex at the beginning of a relationship creates false intimacy, and false bonding. People fall in love and they know nothing about the other person, they haven’t really connected” except with their genitals, of course (as you can see by the quotes, my mom didn’t say that last part, but it needed to be said).
Take, for instance, last night’s “exciting conclusion” of VH1’s “Rock of Love” (I know I hated Mystery’s show, but who can resist Bret Michael’s horse hair extensions and his boozy ladies?) He was down to the stripper and the rocker chick. He and the rocker chick struggled because she wouldn’t “let her guard down”. It took me until half-way through the episode to realize this meant that they hadn’t slept together (yet).
So at the end of their last date, they went to bed together because she was apparently ready. And I’ll be god damned (SPOILER ALERT), he picked the rocker chick! The stripper was crazy and fun and looked like a female version of his plastic self, why wouldn’t he pick her?
Oh. Because she didn’t make him wait. She didn’t make him chase her. She didn’t leave anything to the imagination.
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