>>> After all, we can't stop 'em! They're all gonna do it, and we don't blame 'em! Uninhibitied no-conseqence sex is just so much fun.
When I was a boy I lived some blocks from the Portland School for Wayward Girls. The worst boys used to go up to the fence and shout insults at the many round young ladies to be found there. The rest of us would just gaze in that hypnotized way. This was of course, before The Pill.
It was built of brick and surrounded by a ten foot chain link fence, topped by barbed wire, pointing in. It was part of the juvenile justice system.
This is where girls went when they got pregnant in the Eisenhower days. Somebody would find out, the juvie cops would show up and haul you away in an official car, just like in Midnight Cowboy. They would then attend the School for Wayward girls, until the baby was born and adopted away, assuming they didn't drop from a window or hang themselves before then. Then they would be ejected, not to return to their normal school, but to travel somewhere far away in shame, to take up their new life as a waitress, if they could get work.
Better days, eh, Dwight, when bad behaviour had consequences and shame was shame.
Cheers,
Chaz |
