I loved Matt, a 15-year-old ringer for Pierce Brosnan, in the way only a hormone-addled 14-year-old girl can. I imagined our lives together against the backdrop of an REO Speedwagon soundtrack. Maybe a hand on my bra, maybe my fingers grazed the band of underwear. Upon Matt’s departure that first summer, I wrote in my diary, “This is the first time in my life I have been in love...I was the townie living in a remote speck of a place on the pristine waters of Washington State’s Puget Sound; Matt and his family had come from the very exotic-sounding Santa Barbara to escape the Southern California heat and lounge by the resort pool and play tennis. For two summers, we splashed each other in the pool. Love isn’t a bed of roses.” And then I wrote out my first name and his last name, as if we were married, and surrounded it with a heart. By the end of our second summer, we’d still not “done the deed,” as I was saving my virginity. Such a tender moment blown out of proportion,” he said.I was in the house alone when Matt came to say goodbye. It was the culmination of a years-long, circular “I’ll begin to trust you when you’re trustworthy” go-round. We’ve seen each other once in the past 30 years, but we’re Facebook friends. Back then, I wasn’t aware enough to put my humiliation and outrage into words, about my father having a say in my sexuality, protecting my virginity as if it were some kind of commodity, property, or jewel that was anyone’s but mine.The ICJ, together with other 60 national and international human rights organizations urged today the Myanmar authorities, and in particular the Ministry of Transport and Communication and the Parliament, to ensure the repeal of the offence of criminal defamation.
I’ve dated a number of guys over the years, and over time I’ve learned how to figure out what I want from a guy. Because, really, we’re not talking about daughters dating girls here. It’s promoting the idea that girls need to be kept safe and secluded. And he said, because girls are the ones who can get pregnant.
The ones where a third of the shirts have offensive phrases on them, a third are internet memes, and a third are nonsensical – and out of that mix maybe half of them are funny. It’s especially not “just a joke” when people get shot on a regular basis for all manner of stupid reasons.
I was at the beach a few days ago with my family, and my dad pointed out a shirt that he thought was funny. It’s not “just a joke” when it reinforces stereotypes about how girls need to be kept safe and virgin through no choice of their own.
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