It's true. I am officially one of those few teenage girls still dating the same guy she was with in high school. I'm eighteen years old and embarking on the twenty-seventh month of my relationship. Awesome huh? I think one of the best signs is that I still have butterflies to this day. And in those twenty-seven months I've figured out a lot of things. The next eight tips would've saved me infinite amounts of grief, thankfully, my awesome BF has stuck by me every step of the way. Most of it started because I didn't obey this one major rule:
1. Don't be a Drama Queen--Stay Realistic
I admit it. I'm a drama queen. I've tried to deny it for years but there comes a time in a girl's life when you just gotta embrace the tiara...
Most relational drama is a result of one or both people turning a mole-hill into a mountain range. Before you decide that something is a crisis, ask yourself, "Is the potential conflict essential to the development of my relationship?" The fact that he isn't as physically affectionate as you would like could be a sign that he isn't emotionally invested. But it is more likely a sign that you need to tell him you'd like to be held more often. There are often very simple solutions to what can appear to be major relational problems. You are more likely to get to them faster if you...
2. Speak Directly
Don't tackle the issue of affection by asking your boyfriend if he loves you. Don't quiz him on his level of emotional investment. Instead of dissecting what his actions could mean, tell him what you want from him. Be honest about how you feel. Simply saying, "I wish you would hold me more" puts you in a vulnerable position, but it eliminates guesswork (which you will both likely fail at--creating an unnecessary web of false understandings, thus prolonging the drama). Vulnerability also helps foster trust; it's only by opening up yourself that you can discover how trustworthy and safe he really is.
3. Accept Him
If it turns out he isn't ready to hold you after two weeks, or doesn't like kissing in public, get over it. Decide if public affection if more important to you than the relationship built thus far. If it is, move on; if not, respect his feelings and talk candidly with him about your values, needs, and boundaries. Either way, accept him. If you leave him, don't demonize him because he wasn't who you wanted him to be. If you stay with him, don't try to manipulate him into becoming who he is not. Understand that you are dating an individual, one of thousands whom you could possibly end up with. If he works out, amazing. If not, there are many other horses in the barn, don't waste your time trying to re-brake this one.
4. Don't Settle--Demand the Best
Just as you must accept him, you deserve someone who accepts you. In the words of Mac MacGruff from the utterly lovable 2007 movie Juno, "the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass." So don't settle for less. It's not reasonable to desire worship, but it is reasonable to desire someone who sees you for the awesome person that you are.
5. Filter the Voices
When you're in a relationship everyone with less interesting lives than you wants a piece of the action. I'm only 18 and I've been told everything from, "Don't forget to explore your options" to "Two years means it's time to sound the wedding bells!" Needless to say, none of this advice was particularly helpful. It took awhile, but I eventually realized I didn't need that many voices in my ear. Now my parents, my sisters, and a couple of select friends are the only people I allow to influence my relational decisions. By cutting down on the people I listened to I learned to trust myself, which incidentally, was one of the best decisions I made.
6. Be Specific and Follow Through
Don't tell him " I need a break," he might think you're just letting him down softly. If you want to break up with him, tell him you want to end the relationship and leave it at that. But if what you genuinely need is just a temporary break, try saying, "We've been spending a lot of time with each other lately, I need some me time/girl time/a syringe of estrogen...could we spend the next couple weeks reconnecting with friends?" Or better yet, if you only need a few days, schedule a weekend with the girls and don't tell him anything.
If you need a little more time than a Thursday-Sunday can provide, tell him directly that you need a few days to yourself, set a specific time, and keep to that. Don't tell him you need two weeks and call him two days later, and don't tell him you need a weekend and avoid him for two weeks. Follow through with your promises so that both of you are operating on the same program. Ask the same of him.
7. Learn to Argue: Starting with Calmness
When you're arguing, don't dwell on the ramifications of every statement or allow your emotions to carry you away from your reason. Find your calm and attack the issue from that standpoint. Note that I said, "attack the issue," not each other. Personal attacks and button pushing are especially frustrating because they can't be quantified, and thus leave the door open for feigned innocence, but that won't get you anywhere.
Instead, take as much time as you need to approach the issue like a mature adult, and tell him how you feel. Use "I" statements--they force you to examine your feelings in order to communicate, and thus help you get to the root of the problem faster. "I" statements also help you avoid blaming one another. Emotions are bound to heighten in the midst of an argument, but that doesn't mean you can't still return to what's important: the relationship.
8. Know Yourself
Know what you want, what you need, and what you absolutely can't tolerate. Know what you love, and what absolutely turns you off. Know what is necessary for you in a relationship, and what you can live without. And don't be afraid to revise.
Before I met my boyfriend I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be with the kind of guy who was smooth and classic. The kind of guy who always knew what to say and how to say it, who emanated confidence at all times and had that inexplicable sex appeal--flashable with a mere smile. I knew I was asking a lot, but I also knew he existed. I'd met guys like that before, they had just never liked me back. But when I met my boyfriend, he was a quiet, quirky, sweetly awkward track teammate, who was too nervous to ask me to our high school banquet in person, but instead employed the help of adorable stuffed creatures bearing gifts and poetry. It was perfect.
Before I met my boyfriend I also knew I needed someone who respected me, who cared about people, who could appreciate my various social and political passions, and would accept me in all my quirks and flaws. I tried to pull away multiple times because of my fear that he would not meet the last criterion. But he did, perfectly. It takes time, but it's worth it to put the effort in and get to know yourself--the things you need, and things you don't. And don't be afraid to revise.
You can't build a perfect relationship on tips, but time can teach you a lot of simple, useful things. And hopefully, by reading this you can have a few less headaches than I did.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Love is Not....
Touch.
They say that you should judge a man by his actions, so he knows it's not enough to say he loves you; he shows you too. At night, on the couch, in his car, at your place, at his place. You don't have to be sleeping with him to be familiar with this pattern. Let's be honest, we girls are suckers for a gentle caress. Ms. Sara Bareilles says it best in the second verse of her "Little Voice" single "Gravity."
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
When I thought that I was strong,
But you touch me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone.
Ever felt that? That feeling that all your reserve, your walls, your control is slipping away with his touch? Every contact, hug, kiss, cuddle, caress--it binds us to him. This isn't just a feeling, it's chemical, and scientists agree. When we cuddle with our boyfriends, Oxytocin, or the "cuddle hormone" is released in our brains. This bonding hormone makes sex and other intimate activities (like making out) bonding agents. The result is that it is infinitely more difficult for us to break up with him later. While both guys and girls experience a chemical spike in their brains during intimate activity, the levels in girl's brains are uniquely high. Translation: on a sheer chemical level, touch means more to girls.
Guys are generally turned on by sight, and we play to the visual nature of guys all the time with our clothes, makeup, and how we move on the dance floor. Half the reason we love our LBD is the (delightfully satisfying) dumbfounded look he got on his face the first time we put it on. But when a guy wants to get to a girl, he holds her. He puts his arms around her. He kisses her. Touch. And while any guy with affection in his heart will feel bonded to a girl he sleeps with, we can't depend on this to shield us from the fall-out of our decisions. Regardless of the path we choose to take--whether we plan on remaining abstinent until marriage, or we've decided to sleep with our boyfriends when the time feels right-- it's important that we are informed so that we can protect ourselves.
Knowing about this bond is still useful. After all, it's called "the cuddle hormone" not the sex hormone; and every time we start a new relationship we have an opportunity to protect our emotions by making him work for physical liberties. We decide how far things go. We are the ones who have to stick to our guns and make him work for our hearts before we hand them out on a silver platter. Reform in the course of a relationship is also possible, even necessary for improvement, but as all of us dating girls know, making changes to your relationship style mid-stream is infinitely more difficult than setting a precedent from the get-go. But it's worth it.
They say that you should judge a man by his actions, so he knows it's not enough to say he loves you; he shows you too. At night, on the couch, in his car, at your place, at his place. You don't have to be sleeping with him to be familiar with this pattern. Let's be honest, we girls are suckers for a gentle caress. Ms. Sara Bareilles says it best in the second verse of her "Little Voice" single "Gravity."
You loved me 'cause I'm fragile
When I thought that I was strong,
But you touch me for a little while
And all my fragile strength is gone.
Ever felt that? That feeling that all your reserve, your walls, your control is slipping away with his touch? Every contact, hug, kiss, cuddle, caress--it binds us to him. This isn't just a feeling, it's chemical, and scientists agree. When we cuddle with our boyfriends, Oxytocin, or the "cuddle hormone" is released in our brains. This bonding hormone makes sex and other intimate activities (like making out) bonding agents. The result is that it is infinitely more difficult for us to break up with him later. While both guys and girls experience a chemical spike in their brains during intimate activity, the levels in girl's brains are uniquely high. Translation: on a sheer chemical level, touch means more to girls.
Guys are generally turned on by sight, and we play to the visual nature of guys all the time with our clothes, makeup, and how we move on the dance floor. Half the reason we love our LBD is the (delightfully satisfying) dumbfounded look he got on his face the first time we put it on. But when a guy wants to get to a girl, he holds her. He puts his arms around her. He kisses her. Touch. And while any guy with affection in his heart will feel bonded to a girl he sleeps with, we can't depend on this to shield us from the fall-out of our decisions. Regardless of the path we choose to take--whether we plan on remaining abstinent until marriage, or we've decided to sleep with our boyfriends when the time feels right-- it's important that we are informed so that we can protect ourselves.
Knowing about this bond is still useful. After all, it's called "the cuddle hormone" not the sex hormone; and every time we start a new relationship we have an opportunity to protect our emotions by making him work for physical liberties. We decide how far things go. We are the ones who have to stick to our guns and make him work for our hearts before we hand them out on a silver platter. Reform in the course of a relationship is also possible, even necessary for improvement, but as all of us dating girls know, making changes to your relationship style mid-stream is infinitely more difficult than setting a precedent from the get-go. But it's worth it.
For those who chose abstinence know that it is possible, and it isn't asking too much of any good guy. But we have to be good to him in return and recognize the difficulty he is facing. If we're determined to wait for a ring, it's not fair for us to make out with him in the back seat of his car, or any dark secluded spot for that matter. We need to set our boundaries before hand, we need to know our limits, and his, and not push them. We shouldn't intentionally turn him on just to shut him down, it only hurts him and asks for trouble.
But let's fast-forward to the worst case scenario: The breakup. If we're honest with ourselves the feeling has been sitting in our gut for awhile. Maybe it's the constant bickering, the realization that we want different things, or the flat feeling of resignation where the butterflies should be. But we can't let go, because we've been through so much. This scenario becomes even more difficult if the guy in question plain isn't good for us. Maybe he appears to play his part as the devoted boyfriend--gifts, dates, dresses, jewelry, dinner--but the longer we're with him the more life seems to fall apart. This is when it becomes crucial to find good, strong, level headed girls to lean on, say your prayers, and cut the tie no matter what you've been through, or how good he is deep inside. No more digging. Examine what's above the surface. What can be seen from the outside? We need to let friends and family help us look beyond our private moments, because it just might be time to say, "leave me be."
But let's fast-forward to the worst case scenario: The breakup. If we're honest with ourselves the feeling has been sitting in our gut for awhile. Maybe it's the constant bickering, the realization that we want different things, or the flat feeling of resignation where the butterflies should be. But we can't let go, because we've been through so much. This scenario becomes even more difficult if the guy in question plain isn't good for us. Maybe he appears to play his part as the devoted boyfriend--gifts, dates, dresses, jewelry, dinner--but the longer we're with him the more life seems to fall apart. This is when it becomes crucial to find good, strong, level headed girls to lean on, say your prayers, and cut the tie no matter what you've been through, or how good he is deep inside. No more digging. Examine what's above the surface. What can be seen from the outside? We need to let friends and family help us look beyond our private moments, because it just might be time to say, "leave me be."
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Deserving
If nothing else, let us be honest about one thing: When a girl smells security she latches on quick--and tight. She's in it for the long haul.
Do not misunderstand me. I do not think women are fragile little things who must be sheltered from the world and take cover at first opportunity. Far from it, women are strong and independent creatures. But sometimes I think this independence is rooted in fear that there is no one to depend on. If we are able to sunder the concept of security from our stereotypical images of barefoot, kitchen dwelling 1940s femmes, we'll admit that we do want it, though it comes in many different forms depending on the girl. The most universal interpretation of the word would be understanding and acceptance. Complete the picture with wealth if you must, but this is the basis of security; freedom--not from poverty or wanting, but from judgment and misunderstanding.
When we think we've found that, whether it be in the form of a leather clad bad-boy, a vest wearing trust-fund prep, a be-grunged musician with a collection of beat up guitars, or anything inbetween, we hold on. Tight. We think, "I'll never find another guy like this. Sure he's got flaws but he loves me so well...I can't afford to let him go." It's at this point that I think a piece of us stops growing. We stop developing our confidence and individuality as we focus more and more on the "us" and less and less on the "me." We bite and claw to keep things together (because let's admit it, at some point, it's no longer effortless--and it shouldn't be). We treat it like a marriage in that we'll do almost anything, and put up with any number of mistreatments because "I'll never find another one who loves me like he does."
Again, don't misunderstand me. People are flawed. There is a level of sacrifice and forgiveness that is necessary in a relationship. But there is a desperation in the degree to which we of the female race turn a blind eye, not only to our partner's flaws, but to ourselves. To our changes. To our growth. To our failures. To our needs. To the selves we are becoming.
Our blindness is often based not on a fear of being alone. I reject that old cliche. While being alone can be very lonely, it can also be extremely liberating. I think that the real fear is that no one else will accept us. That we will never be fully understood. That we are not truly deserving of the kind of love we all dream of.
"But Jaclyn," I can hear you objecting, "It's not that I don't think I deserve love, I'm just realistic. There are fairy-tales, and then there is reality. That kind of love does not exist in reality." To this I say, Poppycock! If you really believed you deserved the love of fantasies you would fight tooth and nail to get it. (Note that when I say love I mean love--not passion, indulgence, or the quasi-subservience of a spoiling butler-with-benefits--which some deranged girls expect their boyfriends to emulate.) Ever hear someone talking about their rights? They rail on and on about how the Constitution says this or that, and how they refuse to stand for the injustice dealt them. Or what about when you receive bad costumer service at a store? Do you just go along with it? Accepting the treatment with bow-necked docility? After all there are only so many stores in this town, and they each only have so many assistants. So what if Ms. Hi-my-name-is-Penny talks on the phone with menswear while I'm waiting at the counter to be rung up? Or snaps at me rudely when I ask for a my receipt?
No one with self respect stands for this! Why? Because we deserve to be treated well when we patronize a store. And guess what? We deserve to be loved as well. It may not be any one person's obligation to love us as we need, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't get that love somewhere. It's a lovely little paradox. It's no one's job to do it, but someone should. So when someone does, when someone loves us the way we need to be loved, it's a gift. A gift we have to search for, but that's totally worth finding. We can't find it if we don't look, and that might mean giving up current security. We have to trust our gut; let ourselves grow. We may not end up with Prince Charming, but we don't necessarily have to. As much as we all deserve love, we also deserve to become the best individuals we know how to be; that is one of the best gifts we can give ourselves.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Forgiveness
There's a TV show I've fallen in love with called Make it or Break it. It chronicles the careers of four elite gymnasts who also happen to be teenage girls. See a drama coming? There's one particular story arc that intrigues me, which I'm going to try and explain to you:
Kaylie and Carter are dating, and have been for a year. Out of necessity the relationship has remained underground. Lauren is Kaylie's best friend who has had a crush on Carter since grade school. When Lauren finds out about the relationship she works to subversively sabotage it. Meanwhile, Carter feels like he's taking second place to Kaylie's other legitimate priorities. The combination of Lauren's jealousy and Carter's discontent lead to a drunken hook-up at a party. When Kaylie finds out she dumps Carter and swears she will never again befriend Lauren.
Carter, who loves Kaylie desperately, resolves to wait. Lauren gives up her sneakiness when she realizes Carter won't change his mind. Kaylie keeps Carter on a string for months--alternately needing him and pushing him away until she resolves to forgive him. Things seem fine for a couple days, until another situation (this time innocent), leads Kaylie to shut Carter and Lauren from her life again, despite their reasonable and truthful explanation.
The next day Kaylie sees the light and calls Carter to get him back. But it's too late. During Carter and Kaylie's months-long yo-yo separation Carter and Lauren became friends. Lauren showed compassion on Carter when he was kicked out of his house, and listened to him when he had no one else to talk to. Lauren hadn't made any advances on Carter for a while, but after the second rejection Carter decides to leave Kaylie and turn his romantic sights on Lauren.
It seemed so wrong. Lauren was the one who slept with her best friend's boyfriend. She was a bad friend and a saboteur. She manipulated both Kaylie and Carter to advance her agenda. So why does she end up with the guy? Carter and Kaylie are supposed to be soul mates. They maintained a loving relationship for over a year. Of course Kaylie is jumpy about anything involving him and Lauren, so how can he leave her now, just when things are starting to work themselves out? Carter has completely turned the tables.
It seems so right. Despite the unscrupulous hook-up, what Carter and Lauren have forged is a real friendship. She has been there for Carter while his world was crumbling and his ex-girlfriend was busy asserting her righteousness. After a while Lauren became a real girl, someone with the capacity to love and deserving of love. And that's what Carter appears to be ready to give her.
Watching this saga unfold caused me rethink forgiveness. It's tempting to hold offense over the heads of the offenders, to make them crawl up the steps of our approval on their hands and knees. But no matter how severe the offense, the statue of limitations will eventually run out. The other person will forgive themselves and move on. We will lose the presence of the offender in our lives for good if we do not decide how much we really need them.
Maybe we don't need them at all. Then forgiveness can come slow. It can rise in our hearts at its own pace as we adjust to a life without them. Then the process is less about the person who wronged us, and more about healing the abscesses left behind. But maybe we do need them. Righteous indignation is justified only as long as the indignation is righteous. Eventually the saint's shine will wear away, and we will be left with a decision. Our relationship just might be something we wouldn't choose to live without. If so, we need to make up our minds to begin the process of forgiveness.
If we want their friendship, we have to be a friend. Friendship is based on trust, or at least honesty about how much trust you have. Friendship can't bear constant suspicion; it can't or be held on a string, or operate under the sustained leverage of a past situation. At one point or another we are all victims, and we have to learn to let those around us improve, or let them go.
Kaylie and Carter are dating, and have been for a year. Out of necessity the relationship has remained underground. Lauren is Kaylie's best friend who has had a crush on Carter since grade school. When Lauren finds out about the relationship she works to subversively sabotage it. Meanwhile, Carter feels like he's taking second place to Kaylie's other legitimate priorities. The combination of Lauren's jealousy and Carter's discontent lead to a drunken hook-up at a party. When Kaylie finds out she dumps Carter and swears she will never again befriend Lauren.
Carter, who loves Kaylie desperately, resolves to wait. Lauren gives up her sneakiness when she realizes Carter won't change his mind. Kaylie keeps Carter on a string for months--alternately needing him and pushing him away until she resolves to forgive him. Things seem fine for a couple days, until another situation (this time innocent), leads Kaylie to shut Carter and Lauren from her life again, despite their reasonable and truthful explanation.
The next day Kaylie sees the light and calls Carter to get him back. But it's too late. During Carter and Kaylie's months-long yo-yo separation Carter and Lauren became friends. Lauren showed compassion on Carter when he was kicked out of his house, and listened to him when he had no one else to talk to. Lauren hadn't made any advances on Carter for a while, but after the second rejection Carter decides to leave Kaylie and turn his romantic sights on Lauren.
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It seemed so wrong. Lauren was the one who slept with her best friend's boyfriend. She was a bad friend and a saboteur. She manipulated both Kaylie and Carter to advance her agenda. So why does she end up with the guy? Carter and Kaylie are supposed to be soul mates. They maintained a loving relationship for over a year. Of course Kaylie is jumpy about anything involving him and Lauren, so how can he leave her now, just when things are starting to work themselves out? Carter has completely turned the tables.
It seems so right. Despite the unscrupulous hook-up, what Carter and Lauren have forged is a real friendship. She has been there for Carter while his world was crumbling and his ex-girlfriend was busy asserting her righteousness. After a while Lauren became a real girl, someone with the capacity to love and deserving of love. And that's what Carter appears to be ready to give her.
Watching this saga unfold caused me rethink forgiveness. It's tempting to hold offense over the heads of the offenders, to make them crawl up the steps of our approval on their hands and knees. But no matter how severe the offense, the statue of limitations will eventually run out. The other person will forgive themselves and move on. We will lose the presence of the offender in our lives for good if we do not decide how much we really need them.
Maybe we don't need them at all. Then forgiveness can come slow. It can rise in our hearts at its own pace as we adjust to a life without them. Then the process is less about the person who wronged us, and more about healing the abscesses left behind. But maybe we do need them. Righteous indignation is justified only as long as the indignation is righteous. Eventually the saint's shine will wear away, and we will be left with a decision. Our relationship just might be something we wouldn't choose to live without. If so, we need to make up our minds to begin the process of forgiveness.
If we want their friendship, we have to be a friend. Friendship is based on trust, or at least honesty about how much trust you have. Friendship can't bear constant suspicion; it can't or be held on a string, or operate under the sustained leverage of a past situation. At one point or another we are all victims, and we have to learn to let those around us improve, or let them go.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
What a Girl Wants
I'm going to ascend the soap box yet again and rant about a topic that may be uncomfortable for some: Female sexuality. Girls within the conservative Christian community are not educated about their own sexuality nearly as much as they are educated about men.
Note that I said sexuality. If we are blessed with a painfully explicit sex-ed class in middle school we are perfectly aware of how our own plumbing works (though this does not prevent some of the ridiculous notions about tampons and virginity that crop up in seventh grade). But our sexuality is left shrouded in mystery. I wonder if I'm giving my teachers too much credit? After all, we learned all about the physical changes a guy's body goes through when he's turned on, but to my knowledge, didn't address how women react to arousal at all.
This omission seems to point back to some archaic, dark-age mentality that holds women as somehow less sexual than men, a myth that is as destructive to women as individuals as it is harmful to society. How? When girls do not taught to understand their own sexuality in healthy ways, they are forced to find out experimentally. Let's be honest, even where there are good role models, teenagers can be quite deficient at gleaning useful knowledge from other people's mistakes. Add raging hormones to the mix and a pop-culture that practically condones making sexual blunders ("Let's experiment, it's human nature!"), and you have a lethal situation.
It starts around age eight. This is around the time that parents start teaching their kids the nuts and bolts about "where babies come from." Somewhere along the line the school (in my case, a private school) picks up the ball and carries it for a few grades, assailing poor, confused pre-teens with horrific pictures, lists of STDs, downhill charts of how interdigitation leads to intercourse, and ominous cassette tape testimonies from teenage girls about the horrible sex they had at thirteen and how it ruined their reputation/life.
As a teenage girl I remember the most prominent messages about sex revolved around the following three ideas:
Until recently (historically speaking), there was a cultural assumption that women were somehow less sexual than men. While our desires and motives may differ, one can be sure that our drive is very real, as are our weaknesses. It is in our weakness and misunderstanding of ourselves that we tend to make mistakes and either become doormats or stumbling blocks to male society, so that relationships in our community become even more convoluted and depraved than before (if you get the sense I don't have much respect for most teen relationships, you'd be right. I'm not a hypocrite, I'm a realist.).
And while Sex in the City has done its part to blow the chaste, asexual model to pieces, the teaching generation has yet to catch up with the emerging truths. Hopefully those of us dating now can vow to do better with our own kids.
Note that I said sexuality. If we are blessed with a painfully explicit sex-ed class in middle school we are perfectly aware of how our own plumbing works (though this does not prevent some of the ridiculous notions about tampons and virginity that crop up in seventh grade). But our sexuality is left shrouded in mystery. I wonder if I'm giving my teachers too much credit? After all, we learned all about the physical changes a guy's body goes through when he's turned on, but to my knowledge, didn't address how women react to arousal at all.
This omission seems to point back to some archaic, dark-age mentality that holds women as somehow less sexual than men, a myth that is as destructive to women as individuals as it is harmful to society. How? When girls do not taught to understand their own sexuality in healthy ways, they are forced to find out experimentally. Let's be honest, even where there are good role models, teenagers can be quite deficient at gleaning useful knowledge from other people's mistakes. Add raging hormones to the mix and a pop-culture that practically condones making sexual blunders ("Let's experiment, it's human nature!"), and you have a lethal situation.
It starts around age eight. This is around the time that parents start teaching their kids the nuts and bolts about "where babies come from." Somewhere along the line the school (in my case, a private school) picks up the ball and carries it for a few grades, assailing poor, confused pre-teens with horrific pictures, lists of STDs, downhill charts of how interdigitation leads to intercourse, and ominous cassette tape testimonies from teenage girls about the horrible sex they had at thirteen and how it ruined their reputation/life.
As a teenage girl I remember the most prominent messages about sex revolved around the following three ideas:
- Sex belongs in a marriage--An idea I still hold dear.
- Men are highly sexual creatures who will loose it if you wear a crop top, falling on the ground in sexual frenzy and foaming at the mouth--slight exaggeration, but that's what if felt like they were telling us.
- Good Christian girls set intricate boundaries to make sure they aren't sexually overrun by the men in their lives--again--a slight exaggeration--probably accentuated by the sourceless "girl doctrine" that sexual experiences (be they innocent or sordid) are doled out in ascending order, slowly over the course of a dating relationship until unnamed boy can be suckered into marriage. Budget well and you'll land yourself a husband!--I've had quite the trial weeding this surprisingly en-grained idea from my relational theory.
Until recently (historically speaking), there was a cultural assumption that women were somehow less sexual than men. While our desires and motives may differ, one can be sure that our drive is very real, as are our weaknesses. It is in our weakness and misunderstanding of ourselves that we tend to make mistakes and either become doormats or stumbling blocks to male society, so that relationships in our community become even more convoluted and depraved than before (if you get the sense I don't have much respect for most teen relationships, you'd be right. I'm not a hypocrite, I'm a realist.).
And while Sex in the City has done its part to blow the chaste, asexual model to pieces, the teaching generation has yet to catch up with the emerging truths. Hopefully those of us dating now can vow to do better with our own kids.
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