The Scarlett letters

Last Friday night turned into a Saturday morning with old friends, one of those great unexpected nights that you can’t plan but always are bound to enjoy. I am now still paying for this physically on Sunday afternoon (as I write this), but that’s another story.

As is oft the case when people are sleep deprived, and in varying levels of intoxication, conversations and their subjects turned to the deep and meaningful/controversial. Allow me to first give some context; my friends at the gathering aged in range from mid twenties to mid thirties, so it was a largely Generation Y based participatory discussion.

The conversation turned to the state of current adolescents (children we deemed from 11 upwards), and the way that we believed sexual discovery for them has been ruined, in part by the Internet. The general consensus was that none of us would want to grow up and…

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