Egad! Now they're "sexting"
written by Ron:
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Back when I was a teenager, shortly after the founding of fire and just previous
to the invention of the wheel, I found that my
hormones were growing at an alarming rate.
course, when I had reached my teenage years I didn’t know what a
was. All I knew was that my mother would look at me as I
prepared to leave the house and walk to school she would say, “Be
son, your hormones are beginning to rage.” I trusted my
mother, but I had no idea of what she was referring to.
that I felt
clumsy, I had acquired a sudden interest in combing my hair and I had
grown five whiskers on the right hand side of my
chin. I also
had begun noticing that the girls in my high school looked different
to me. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I
think it had something
to do with those hormones of which my mother spoke.
Pimples were making
their appearance on my
face. I was beginning to bathe my face in
Noxzema each night to avert the further spread of the feared and
mother was right. My hormones were raging.
teenage friends and I never spoke about our hormones, but we did speak
girls. We spoke of the physical changes the girls were undergoing.
That we noticed.
There was a stirring in our bodies.
girls were now wearing sweaters and shorter skirts. They had legs and other parts of their bodies were developing.
gaped and stared at these blossoming creatures. We ogled and got
excited, but none of us participated in any sexual
these young beauties. We had no idea of what to do. We were afraid to
even think of “going all the way.” Truth be told,
sure what “going all the way” really meant. In those early years there
was one primal fear…a girl becoming pregnant. Youthful
meant the end of our innocence. It pretty much meant the end of our
lives. But there was little fear of pregnancy because
so totally ignorant of the real facts of life. There was still that
thread of ignorant innocence that kept us a distance
our age. We teased and kidded, but we were miles away from
participating in any sexual experience with girls our age,
or any age.
were the ignorant, innocent, naďve, pimply and frustrated generation. We kept Noxzema in business.
is little resemblance to the youth of today.
Kids today have watched television
and movies. They’ve spent hundreds of
hours on their computers. They
carry iPhones and watch instructional programs while sitting
in their school bus. They know what their
hormones do, they understand
their bodies and they know what to do with them.
now they have “sexting” to help them
achieve their dreams.
described as “The act of texting messages or photos with someone in hopes of having
a sexual encounter with them later.”
plain language “sexting” is sharing sexually explicit photos, videos and chatting
by cell phone or online.
those dark ages of our youth a crush on a girl would sometimes lead us
to write a note to
the girl asking if we could “have lunch
together” or talk to each other after class. Today a teenager flirts
by sending a nude or
semi-nude photo from cell phone to cell
phone instead of texting – it’s called “sexting.”
These nude photos, intended
for a boyfriend or girlfriend often wind up being shared with dozens of other teenagers.
then the social networking
kicks in – it spreads like wildfire.
photo can be sent to a teenager’s phone and that person may upload the
to their Facebook or MySpace page for millions to see.
a landmark case a seventeen year old was charged with possessing
pornography after he posted naked pictures of his sixteen year
old ex-girlfriend online.
Quite a change in the life
of a teenager compared
to the dark ages of my schooling.
What’s scary is what one teenager recently
said, “I personally
don’t see “sexting” as that big of a problem.
Everybody does it.” If a boy meets a girl on summer break he comes
back to school and
shows all his friends the naked pictures he’s been
sent. No one gives it that much thought.
nonprofit National Campaign
to Prevent Teen and Unplanned Pregnancy has been researching the issue of “sexting.”
I was worried about finding a
couple of new whiskers, combing my hair and putting Noxzema on a newly discovered pimple.
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