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I attended a parade once where a woman was walking around with a clipboard filled with chastity agreements. Promise to yourself that you won't do anything with anyone before marriage... then handed each girl she spoke with a card to put in your wallet with a cute little poem, to remind you of what you signed.
I was 14... maybe? Can't remember. It didn't make any sense to me at that point. I didn't have a sex drive. I didn't know what sex was. Honest. I had been too shy to read that part of the biology textbook, or to listen during sex ed classes. I had no idea what a penis looked like. I knew my anatomy well enough to know what was happening with menstration, but I couldn't understand the rest of the puzzle. And my parents definitely didn't make any effort to discuss it.
Asking your daughter to sign a chastity agreement in the guise of a pretty prom-like ball is back-handed. They have no idea what they're signing. To give the parents involved some credit, it sounded like from the article that at least one of the parents just thought it was an excuse to spend time doing something nice with their child.
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"Sometimes I have to remember that things are brought to me for a reason, either for my own lessons or for the benefit of others." Cynthetiq
"violence is no more or less real than non-violence." roachboy
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