I recently had my annual visit to the girlie doctor. As I was leaving, I passed a girl who appeared to be no more than 16 and was quite obviously pregnant. This made me sad, but not for the reasons you assume. First, she was probably older than she looked (I hope). So, even if she was only 16 it does not make me sad that a 15/16 year old girl is having sex. Hell, that is what our bodies are screaming for us to do at that age. It made me sad because she either didn’t know she had options to protect herself from that situation or that she was told that abstinence was the only way and therefore just didn’t try. The thought that she would do that on purpose is too frightening to even consider, so I wont.
I just don’t understand the abstinence only philosophy for teenagers. It is not realistic and it is dangerous. Should15 year olds have sex? No. Do 15 year olds have sex? Of course. They should be shown how to protect themselves and be prepared for the situation.
Making birth control available to teenagers does not equal a license to have sex. Trust me on this one, I was lucky that my Mom realized this and prepped us. Did she then allow our boyfriends to stay over? HELL no, I had to sneak around like every other teenager and it is a LOT harder to do in a town as small as Oceana, WV than it would be in Johnson City, TN.
Another installment from the annals of the brain of Beth in the “why?” category. Why are we embarrassed to talk about bodily functions? I understand why you might not want to hear about them over a spaghetti dinner, but why are we embarrassed? And why are we only embarrassed about certain functions and not others? For example, no one has a problem saying they threw up, tossed the cookies, vomited, regurgitated or lost their lunch. However, you’ll rarely hear someone say (frat boys and 10 year olds excluded, of course) that they shit themselves into next week. Why is it OK to talk about projectiles from one end of the digestive tract but not the other? Neither of them is pleasant. Neither of them have the sweet smell of roses. They both can be quite unpleasant and painful, yet only one of them is not talked about. Does it stem from the fact that one happens in the confines of the WC (hopefully) while the other you can do in public without any serious repercussions? Is that why when a girl throws up after an evening of festivities, a potential suitor might offer to hold her hair? Bet he wouldn’t extend the same offer in the other scenario.
Things that make me go hmmmmmm.
More in the category of “WTF?”
The “in loving memory of….” stickers on the back windows of cars. Is this a southern thing? A northeast Tennessee thing? Every time I see that, it makes me thing they bought the car with the life insurance. Well, unless the car was a total POS, then I wonder how I’d feel about a 1985 Buick Skylark in my loving memory.
Also, I don’t get the reasoning behind putting little memorials up on the roadside, presumably where someone actually expired. I wonder how many accidents have been caused by people trying to read the teeny tiny print on them. Hell, people at least make it big enough that I can see it in a drive by. I bet you some psychology grad student out there has done a paper on both of these phenomena.
Oh, and my biggest WTF moment recently goes out to the State of Virgina and their vaginal ultrasound law. If the state of VA wants to see my vajayjay, they got to at least take me to the steak house first.