The Oral Sex Epidemic and Judy Blume
I just finished reading “Are You There God? It’s Me, Monica”, a long piece by Caitlin Flanagan in The Atlantic Monthly. It’s concerned with, as Oprah put it, ‘the oral sex epidemic’, and the apparent trend of young teenage girls offering casual, unreciprocated oral sex to boys.
There’s no analysis of how widespread the practice, and therefore how justified the parental hysteria is. Still, Flanagan delves expertly into that hysteria and the reality behind it, drawing some interesting connections to the books of Judy Blume and their contemporary equivalents. Flanagan’s a witty writer. Check out this passage:
Dr. Phil, who has the vast, impenetrable physique of a pachyderm and the calculated folksiness of a country-music promoter, employs a psychotherapeutic cloak of respectability to legitimize his many prurient obsessions.
Or this one:
Wherever there’s a girl gone wild, there’s a gender-studies professor not far behind, eager to blame her actions on the patriarchy…The problem with this idea is that surely the patriarchy was far stronger and more oppressive in the 1950s. But you don’t find Betty—or even Veronica—cravenly servicing Archie and Jughead.
A young mother herself, Flanagan doesn’t arrive at a lot of conclusions, but does provide some thoughtful commentary. I was reminded of the other long, well-written magazine article I’d read recently about how different things were for kids these days.
I was also reminded of this blog post, about sex bracelets, which continues to attract inane and peculiar comments from the teen set.
