here is how you reduce teen pregnancy
show them full color slide shows of the crying, vomiting, poop-machines that babies are. the midnight feedings. how this sucks and that it'd suck more if it was all you alone. how support yourself. that romeo of yours will run away very soon. 'true love' is teen lust and won't stand to "forever". all that hate and venom and thec "you don't understand me" that you send to your parents, tyou'll get to be on the receiving end. sex is not the best thing in life and can be faily banal. sex will not keep them. sex for the first time is not magical and will more often than not hurt. marriage doesn't make sex better.
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/03/07/nyregion/07TEEN.html?th
summary a lot of points i don't agree with,
86-91 was the rise of sex pregnancy, odd because that was beginnings of AIDS awareness. more religious teens more waiting until marriage.
the early 20 somethings account for most out of wedlock kids. male virgin rates rising. there is too much sex in the media. people are having oral sex but not coitus. condom solves all. From the right, critics of comprehensive sex education argue that it gives young people a dangerously mixed message: Don't have sex, but if you do, protect yourself. From the left, opponents of abstinence-only education say it is based on a lie: Sex before marriage will only hurt you. less people are getting married to avoid kids out of wedlock, less educated people can't earn enough money in this set up to do this. there's a national newsletter, Sex Etc., written by teenagers, much converegence of opinion. "They want to get away from the clinical aspect of sexuality," she said. "They all want to learn more about relationships, intimacy, talking to your partners, love."
yeaahh stupid teen angsty-romance
Trying to Save Face
As they transplanted their romance back to school last fall, Jasmine worried how Alberto would deal with the peer pressure that still celebrates boys for being "players" and condemns girls who play along. But she devised a strategy to save Alberto's reputation without compromising her own, a way to negotiate the double standard's fine line.
"I told him not to lie and say he has had sex with me," she explained in late October. "Just say, 'We've been going out for seven months, so what do you think?' So he doesn't have to be embarrassed in front of his friends."
She was still blissfully unaware that her young man had begun to stray.
At first, Erica was just one of Alberto's friends. They were in the same photography class. Erica loved a Harry Potter book that Jasmine despised, and Alberto suddenly wanted to read it. Erica let him sip her vanilla latte, and he discovered that he did not hate coffee after all.
One afternoon, hanging out at Erica's house after school, he said, they started "kissing and touching." They carried on like that for two weeks. Then Jasmine found out.
She was willing to take Alberto back, but only on the condition that he never talk to Erica again, not even look at her. And she tried a new way to secure his love: offering sex.
" 'Cause he knows how important it is to me, if I had sex with him, it would be harder for him to leave me, harder for him to hurt me," she said between sobs. "But he was, like, 'No.' "
Alberto told her she would end up thinking the only reason he had come back to her was to have sex. But his refusal added to Jasmine's suspicions. And a day later she knew he had broken his promise: One of her "spies" had spotted him outside school, getting Chinese food with a girl who fit Erica's description.
Steeled "to act cool," Jasmine went to his house in the Castle Hill section of the Bronx for a new showdown that would leave her with her pride. She pulled out his trove of photographs from the summer, retrieving memories of her golden skin and small bikini.
"You love me, right?" she said. "You want to be with me forever, right?"
Yes, Alberto kept saying, yes.
"Yeah, well, I don't want to be with you another year, another day, another hour," Jasmine declared, grabbing the pictures and bursting into tears.
"He starts crying," she recalled the next day, "how he don't deserve me. Hugging me, saying he was sorry. I was like, 'Alberto, let me leave.' "
Five days later, she was in a better mood, and Alberto was at her side. "I took out all my anger," she exulted. "I had a fight today with the girl."
As Jasmine and Alberto described it, Jasmine had confronted her rival right in front of the school. Jasmine punched her in the face. And soon they were in an all-out, hair-pulling fistfight, as other students cheered, "Go! Fight, fight!"
Only Alberto tried to stop it. He conceded he felt sorry for Erica, who was suspended for fighting. "But," he added, "I like Jasmine better."
There were dividends for Alberto, too. "In the school, everybody was, like, congratulating me." His male cousins now call him a pimp, he said, meaning "a guy who has a lot of girls."
The reality was different. "Me and him are on a break," Jasmine said. "My rules are neither of us can mess with anyone else and he can't see that girl. I'm sort of, like, testing him."
By New Year's, Alberto had passed Jasmine's test, and they were officially sweethearts again. But Jasmine had new doubts as Valentine's Day approached. "It's boring," she complained. "Then again, I know me and him don't want to be without each other."
Ten days ago, she heard that Alberto was spicing up the public version of their stale romance by bragging to his friends about their lovemaking. On the advice of the girls on her swim team, she countered his invention by spreading one of her own, disparaging his sexual performance.
Underneath the raunchy tit for tat was emotional turmoil, which erupted during a telephone call. Jasmine called Alberto a loser. Alberto declared the relationship dead.
Jasmine agreed. Or maybe not. "If he calls to say he's sorry," she asked, "should I take him back?"
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/03/07/nyregion/07TEEN.html?th
summary a lot of points i don't agree with,
86-91 was the rise of sex pregnancy, odd because that was beginnings of AIDS awareness. more religious teens more waiting until marriage.
the early 20 somethings account for most out of wedlock kids. male virgin rates rising. there is too much sex in the media. people are having oral sex but not coitus. condom solves all. From the right, critics of comprehensive sex education argue that it gives young people a dangerously mixed message: Don't have sex, but if you do, protect yourself. From the left, opponents of abstinence-only education say it is based on a lie: Sex before marriage will only hurt you. less people are getting married to avoid kids out of wedlock, less educated people can't earn enough money in this set up to do this. there's a national newsletter, Sex Etc., written by teenagers, much converegence of opinion. "They want to get away from the clinical aspect of sexuality," she said. "They all want to learn more about relationships, intimacy, talking to your partners, love."
yeaahh stupid teen angsty-romance
Trying to Save Face
As they transplanted their romance back to school last fall, Jasmine worried how Alberto would deal with the peer pressure that still celebrates boys for being "players" and condemns girls who play along. But she devised a strategy to save Alberto's reputation without compromising her own, a way to negotiate the double standard's fine line.
"I told him not to lie and say he has had sex with me," she explained in late October. "Just say, 'We've been going out for seven months, so what do you think?' So he doesn't have to be embarrassed in front of his friends."
She was still blissfully unaware that her young man had begun to stray.
At first, Erica was just one of Alberto's friends. They were in the same photography class. Erica loved a Harry Potter book that Jasmine despised, and Alberto suddenly wanted to read it. Erica let him sip her vanilla latte, and he discovered that he did not hate coffee after all.
One afternoon, hanging out at Erica's house after school, he said, they started "kissing and touching." They carried on like that for two weeks. Then Jasmine found out.
She was willing to take Alberto back, but only on the condition that he never talk to Erica again, not even look at her. And she tried a new way to secure his love: offering sex.
" 'Cause he knows how important it is to me, if I had sex with him, it would be harder for him to leave me, harder for him to hurt me," she said between sobs. "But he was, like, 'No.' "
Alberto told her she would end up thinking the only reason he had come back to her was to have sex. But his refusal added to Jasmine's suspicions. And a day later she knew he had broken his promise: One of her "spies" had spotted him outside school, getting Chinese food with a girl who fit Erica's description.
Steeled "to act cool," Jasmine went to his house in the Castle Hill section of the Bronx for a new showdown that would leave her with her pride. She pulled out his trove of photographs from the summer, retrieving memories of her golden skin and small bikini.
"You love me, right?" she said. "You want to be with me forever, right?"
Yes, Alberto kept saying, yes.
"Yeah, well, I don't want to be with you another year, another day, another hour," Jasmine declared, grabbing the pictures and bursting into tears.
"He starts crying," she recalled the next day, "how he don't deserve me. Hugging me, saying he was sorry. I was like, 'Alberto, let me leave.' "
Five days later, she was in a better mood, and Alberto was at her side. "I took out all my anger," she exulted. "I had a fight today with the girl."
As Jasmine and Alberto described it, Jasmine had confronted her rival right in front of the school. Jasmine punched her in the face. And soon they were in an all-out, hair-pulling fistfight, as other students cheered, "Go! Fight, fight!"
Only Alberto tried to stop it. He conceded he felt sorry for Erica, who was suspended for fighting. "But," he added, "I like Jasmine better."
There were dividends for Alberto, too. "In the school, everybody was, like, congratulating me." His male cousins now call him a pimp, he said, meaning "a guy who has a lot of girls."
The reality was different. "Me and him are on a break," Jasmine said. "My rules are neither of us can mess with anyone else and he can't see that girl. I'm sort of, like, testing him."
By New Year's, Alberto had passed Jasmine's test, and they were officially sweethearts again. But Jasmine had new doubts as Valentine's Day approached. "It's boring," she complained. "Then again, I know me and him don't want to be without each other."
Ten days ago, she heard that Alberto was spicing up the public version of their stale romance by bragging to his friends about their lovemaking. On the advice of the girls on her swim team, she countered his invention by spreading one of her own, disparaging his sexual performance.
Underneath the raunchy tit for tat was emotional turmoil, which erupted during a telephone call. Jasmine called Alberto a loser. Alberto declared the relationship dead.
Jasmine agreed. Or maybe not. "If he calls to say he's sorry," she asked, "should I take him back?"