Prudes of the Pacific Northwest
The Modulator finds a weird news story. A grocery store chain has banned an issue of Seventeen…because it includes a labeled gynecological illustration of the female pelvis. I thought this response was disturbing:
In the parking lot of a local Albertsons, customers differed widely on their reaction to the ban. Several mothers said the grocery chain did the right thing.
"Once their innocence is gone, it's gone," said Debbie Cottingham, 42, toting groceries alongside her 14-year-old daughter. She said it's her job as a mother to teach her three daughters about their bodies.
Since when is knowing what's in your pants a loss of innocence? Does Ms. Cottingham think her daughter never, ever looks down?
Even more disturbing is the thought that Ms. Cottingham has instead led her daughter on a personal guided tour of her crotch. One of the virtues of the open discussion in a magazine is that it doesn't involve violating personal boundaries, and allows kids to learn something without that icky business of talking to your old Mom about stuff that makes you want to blush and die and sink into the floor and never show your face again, ever.
I did wonder if the ban was justified to block the rush of teenaged boys trying to get their hands on the magazine…but then I realized no macho horndog would ever want to be caught looking at a copy of Seventeen. That would just destroy a guy's reputation, even if it did have one rather impersonal shot of naked anatomy.


It drives me nuts how people refer to sexual ignorance as innocence. If you don't know what is normal and good for your vagina, you're not innocent; you're ignorant and in need of being educated (no, not in the creepy-40-year-old-pedophile way).