Feminism | Posted by Roberta Nin Feliz on 05/11/2016
It’s 2016. Let’s Talk To Teen Girls About Sex.
Credit: Sex, Etc.
It’s 2016 and talking about girls’ sexuality is still taboo. Despite the tremendous strides the feminist movement has made, the idea that sex is an important part of a teenage girl’s life and development is still considered radical, and female sexuality remains rooted in outdated gender roles. This contributes to a detrimental cultural reality in which young girls are unfamiliar with the many ways they can express their sexual agency, consent and displeasure and in which teenage girls who do exert their sexual agency or take control of their own sexual desires are stigmatized.
Refusing to embrace teenage girls’ sexuality is likely part of society’s larger tendency to strictly delineate and control teenage girls’ identities. Young women are still expected to acquiesce their sexual desires in order …
Feminism | Posted by Caroline A on 09/27/2013
Growing Up Through A Vaseline Covered Lens
I adore sex and I adore myself. By exploring my body as a teen, I experienced a personal revolution: I was suddenly able to see a new wealth of beauty in everything around me. Sex, it appeared to me, was the great mystery that united us: in present and through time. The way every historical period and culture saw sex differently is a testimony to our majesty as human beings, our endless appetite for connectivity and self- knowledge. I used to think that the sex-positive attitude I maintained was one shared by everybody, no matter what. But then I discovered mainstream porn.
I feel that the language of sexuality in the 21st century, especially as it relates to the mainstream, hardcore pornography industry, doesn’t live up to acceptable standards of …
Feminism | Posted by Vanessa W on 09/25/2013
Dear Mrs. Hall: In Defense of Teenage Girls
Dear Mrs. Hall,
Do you remember what it feels like to be a teenage girl?
Do you remember what it feels like to question every fiber of your identity?
Your body, the hand grenade. Your body, the playground.
Perhaps being a mother of teenage sons has scrubbed your memory clean of the plights of girlhood, of that terrifying transition from controlled chaos to the free-fall of adulthood, of that magical land where you are expected to shed your frivolous fears and anxieties like dead skin, like a knight’s rusted suit of armor. Perhaps you never experienced many catastrophes. Perhaps your adolescence was a snapshot of wholesome, homespun Americana, equal parts privilege and determined obliviousness.
But in your world, are girls the proverbial Eve, or are they simply human beings?…