First, here’s a lengthy, rambling essay entitled The Shame of Adult Male Virginity. This line was telling: “As I went through my 20’s I matured in many ways: I became completely financially responsible for myself, I moved out of Mom’s house.” I didn’t read the whole thing, but it does end predictably, with the author hiring a prostitute to resolve matters.
For those who like pictures more than words, we’ve got a pretty fun Web quiz–pick the virgin. They show you 21 (safe for work) pairs of photos, and you have to guess which one is (or was, at the time of the photo) still pure as the driven snow. My virgin radar (virgdar? puredar?) was apparently very poor, as I achieved a mere 47%.