Originally Posted by vergiss
Firstly, I am only months away from my 18th birthday and legal adulthood. Already, I am legally able to drive, have sex and make medical decisions about myself.
Secondly, it's not the sex so much that my mother (my father is not a part of my life, so the plural "parents" doesn't apply) would have a problem with, it'd be the pregnancy itself. To her, teenage pregnancy happens only to loose and poor, uneducated girls. I know I said she'd kill me if she knew I was having sex, but that was an exaggeration on my part that was more to do with the fact that I don't want her to know about it. Speaking about such things to her makes me more than a tad uncomfortable.
Third, I highly resent the implication that I am engaged in "casual sex". I have been dating my boyfriend for 11 months, so this is hardly some fling. What's more, I was a virgin when I had met him, so he is my first and only sexual partner. He didn't pressure me into it in the slightest - I took my time, and in the meanwhile insisted that he be checked for STDs. Obviously, he was clean.
Kids have sex, regardless if you like it or not. It doesn't take Einstein to see that if you really want to prevent pregnancy and disease, give them condoms. They'll do it either way, so would you rather continue to delude yourself that they'll remain celibate whilst they get knocked up and infected, or would you rather actually do something to prevent the problems you're ranting about?
People in Mediaeval European society presumably didn't have casual sex (at least, not the peasants). However, it's hardly an ideal society, is it?
.We are, indeed, fortunate to be treated to a confessional expose' that reads like a novel featuring some tart sneaking around on her mother. The main character, the teen-aged product of a broken home, is fully aware that she is violating the trust her mother has placed in her and knows that her mother would be hurt it she knew of her daughter’s deceptive conduct. The daughter is aware that her mother believes that she possesses character traits which elevate her far above her peers. However, despite knowing all of this, rather than change her ways, the main character is determined to continue having sex whenever she likes, but will do all she can to keep her illicit sexual activity a secret.
She's been screwing this guy for nearly a year but thinks that she's not a slut or a tramp because thus far, she's a one guy gal. She belligerently fends off accusations to that effect. It is obvious that she is weak on word definitions. However, she does claim to be the aggressor, for whatever that's worth. While the author doesn't provide a physical description of the character, one is given the impression that because she is the aggressor and forced the male, identified only as "my boyfriend", to undergo a medical examination to determine whether he was suffering from a sexually transmitted disease, that he is an untrustworthy person whose protestations that he was 'clean' could not be taken at face value, that she may be a dominatrix.
That impression is further reinforced by the fact that he is made to appear reluctant to initiate the sexcapade and, therefore, was most likely the weakling victim of a seduction. This also causes reader to speculate on the physical attributes of the main character. After all, if this untrustworthy boyfriend character is in no hurry to 'get it on' with the main character, can it be that she is a 'dog' who simply happens to be in heat? Readers are left to their own devices on this point, but the question remains.
The author makes it obvious that the main character is uncomfortable about the affair and has feelings of guilt. This is shown by the dialogue in which the main character tries to assuage her guilt by claiming that other kids do it; the implication being that if others do it, then it must be acceptable conduct. It is, of course, with other sexually active teen-agers; although not with their parents, or her mother.
In any event, as faulty as the logic may be, it seems to provide a bit of solace because she next launches into a tirade about delusions of celibacy, the pros and cons of various methods of birth control and the consequences of the lack thereof, which she states unequivocally, will not deter determined teen-agers from fornicating all over the place, infecting each other while, although not specified, only the teen-aged girls will be impregnated.
There is some confusion at this point because the main character next makes reference to the late genius, Professor Albert Einstein. Why she introduces a man with dual expertise in the fields of mathematics and physics is a mystery, unless it's a deliberate ploy to engender a Freudian notion that Einstein is a surrogate for the boyfriend and the significance of double fields of endeavor is intended to subtly hint at the possibility that the boyfriend is a switch-hitter, or bi-sexual. This possibility is buttressed by the earlier revelation of the hesitance of the boyfriend to bed her.
The reader is left with the feeling that the story is somewhat incomplete.
Are we to believe that the poor mother is such a fool that she’s oblivious to what her daughter is up to? Should we think that the mother, a teen-ager once, herself, did not have sexual thoughts and impulses? Should we not think that the mother was better able to exercise self-control and harbored thoughts of saving her virginity for marriage rather than casting it away on the likes of ‘the boyfriend’. Or is the daughter simply one of those apples that didn't fall far from the tree? Unanswered questions abound.
Mothers have an instinct where their children are concerned. Every mother knows what a lying daughter is up to. Just because a mother does not confront and accuse does not mean that she doesn’t cry herself to sleep at night, filled with worry and concern.
Hinted at because of an allegorical mention at the end, are the repressed sexual proclivities of Mediaeval European peasantry and the extant societal difficulties to which they were subjected.
Maybe a sequel is in the offing. Perhaps it will be set in another place and time. Authors often use this literary trick to ‘recycle’ popular characters in their fictional works.