I just came across this kind of awsome 2006 rant by Juliana Hatfield. An excerpt:
I’ve always been kind of proud of the fact that I didn’t succumb to any outside pressure, ever, to indulge in sexual intercourse, or blowjobs or anything—with the handsome, charming Evan Dando, or anyone else—until I was good and ready. You can’t take that away from me, Kevin Dean. And that is why I am setting the record straight: so you and all the other sorry-ass, lie-spreading, rumour- and hatemongering, Dig-reading shit-for-brains out there will shut up about all the stuff you know nothing about.
Not a huge 90210 viewer, I just educated myself on key moments via YouTube. This one, in which Donna loses her virginity, blew my mind.
What is ’90s about this: thigh-highs! White lace! Teen sex! Hair dyed a little too dark for skin coloring! Condoms!!!
What is not ’90s about this: the concept of virginity as a “gift” to a man. Soap-opera candle-and-lingerie set-up. The ’90s were anti-romantic trappings, weren’t they? But I guess it was still prime-time TV, which always clings to the prior decade in its set design.
"Slutty Hermione." I found this by image-searching "sluttiness question."
Kara, I totally thought your posts made total sense and were great! And I agree that this is worth talking about:
Do you regret being slutty in the 90s? Just kidding! I know you don’t. Wait, maybe not kidding. Whether or not we–and other 90swomen–regret the kinds of experiences that Flanagan seems to think we do or we should actually seems like a good subject.
I regret a lot of things in my life, but only a few have anything to do with sex. When it comes to ’90s sluttiness, for example, sometimes I slept with a guy who a friend really wanted, which was a shitty thing to do.
If I had it to do over, I wouldn’t have been so cavalier about those particular guys. (In one instance, my friend was doubly mad at me because I not only slept with the guy first, I also neglected to mention to her that he was terrible in bed. She had to find out on her own. Total ’90s sisterhood fail!)
But as far as whoring around? I wish now that I’d done it MORE. For me sex was tied up with adventure. I read a lot. I walked around the city. I traveled. Being enthusiastic about sex for me was part of being enthusiastic about new experiences of every kind. Not to be all Elizabeth Taylor-style dramatic, but having sex was about living LIFE. Continue reading