Cinnamon Girl at Live Journal posts about a friend who is probably pregnant. The pregnancy hasn't even been confirmed yet and already CG is trying to arrange an abortion because the girl's life is such a train wreck:
The guy she is sleeping with is a schizophrenic/bi-polar/drug addict. He told her once that if he had a kid, he would shoot up heroin infront of him/her.
This girl can't think very much of herself, to be having unprotected sex with a guy that a rational person would fear to approach for change for the pay phone. This is what our "If it feels good, do it" society has produced: Nobody sees anything wrong with this picture except the possibility that an embryo has just been added to the mix.
In "Only the Good Die Young," Billy Joel is trying to seduce a Catholic girl, crooking:
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.
The sinners are much more fun.
I don't think this girl's life is a lot of fun. I'd bet that she is pretty much miserable pretty much of the time, and doesn't even dream that she deserves anything better. Otherwise she'd not be seeking escape or solace or companionship in some loser's bed.
But somehow if you say, "Just say no to sex with losers," you're a kill-joy. Well, hello! Where is the joy in the kind of life that leads to the predicament this girl is in?
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