That’s the only conclusion I can reach after reading this story about girls losing their virginity in the summertime:
Sometimes the memory comes out of nowhere. Maybe you’re sitting on your deck on a summer night after the kids have gone to bed. Or stuck in traffic after work, thinking about the 800 things you have to pack for vacation. A certain song comes on the radio, and all of a sudden it’s summer, years ago. You’re 16 or 17, and there’s a boy, and you’re looking at him and thinking, “It’s going to happen. Not now, but soon.”
And it did. He’s the one you lost your virginity to. Remembering, you may feel a small smile tug at your face. Or a touch of sadness.
More girls lose their virginity in the summer than at any other time of year, according to researchers at Mississippi State University. There are all kinds of reasons. You remember. You had more free time and less supervision. You met a new guy at church camp whom you’d never see again, or were about to say goodbye to an old friend before you both went away to college. Maybe you were in love or maybe you weren’t, but those sticky summer nights almost demanded surrender.
This story wasn’t buried somewhere either. In the print edition, its featured right on the front page of the Style section, which has bothered at least one blogger.
At least this article is on the front-page of the Style section (the section which includes the comics) with an eye-catching cartoon. We wouldn’t want this generation of young women missing out on the victories of the sexual revolution. And what better way to let our teen daughters know that its time for them to have sex?
I guess the only good thing is that teenagers really don’t read newspapers.
