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Read the Review. And while it may not have been paradise exactly, there is a certain ease and carelessness to this woman's actions that gives the book a dated feel to anyone reading it now. If the late sixties bore any resemblance to paradise, it's not just because of the Pill; it's because of the larger faith in "sexual fulfillment," in doing what you want and not thinking about it, which is precisely what we've lost over the past two decades and what gave the earlier period its rosy Edenic glow.

The lushness and promise of Updike's post-Pill paradise vanished into an atmosphere of anxiety and caution as herpes, AIDS, date rape, and sexual harassment began hitting the Girl Paradise date sex with an almost biblical persistence in the mid-eighties. The most striking of these consequences is AIDS. From the beginning, the virus has lent itself to the kind of larger cultural interpretation that fascinates us: What have we all done wrong?

Every age has its defining illness, the one that really makes its way into people's nightmares, the one that seems to tell us, with an eloquence beyond words, the story of our particular social decline. In times this eloquent microscopic symbolism has belonged to the plague, tuberculosis, cholera, and syphilis.

In this case the AIDS virus appeared just in time to offer a vivid critique of the hedonism that we were already in the process of becoming disenchanted with. The startling appearance of a fatal sexually transmitted disease in the early eighties confirmed a deep puritanical conviction that much of America had secretly held for a long time: sexual freedom couldn't have been that simple after all. Here was evidence that Girl Paradise date sex sexual frolic of the past several decades had, in the bright Hollywood-influenced rhetoric of journalists and television broadcasters, a "hidden cost" and a "deadly toll.

Aside from being a fatal virus that has taken the lives of nearly three hundred thousand Americans, AIDS has also diagnosed the general malaise of a culture bored and unsettled by its own excesses. If the idea of a moral decline originated with the political right, with William Bennett, Ronald Reagan, and Newt Gingrich, it immediately impressed much of the country as being true. The point of view most commonly expressed by scholarly conservatives like Allan Bloom, who laments "parents' loss of control over their children's moral education at a time when no one else is seriously concerned with it," was echoed by regular guys like the HIV-infected boxer Tommy Morrison, who would say in his Rocky-inspired drawl, "There is a whole generation of kids out there like me who have totally disregarded our moral values.

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The increasingly common perception that the country was in some sort of moral crisis colored the early reports of the AIDS virus as reporters, journalists, and television broadcasters mused about the "cost of the Girl Paradise date sex revolution" and the "price of sexual freedom. The one-night stand is on the way out," and part of what was broadly being considered "caution" was in fact a return to the values of a era. After the breakdown of tradition in the sixties and seventies, a new morality rose out of the fears of the epidemic--a morality with its own jingles, posters, movie plots, public servicebureaucratic edicts, and cultural pieties; its own parables about the perils of promiscuity involving athletes and nice girls who get AIDS.

In magazines, newspapers, and talk shows, the most common scenario of infection would involve falling into bed with someone you don't know that well and waking up the next morning with the disease. These are stories that many, if not most, of us can easily imagine ourselves taking part in. Their drama lies in their closeness, their plausibility. I turned on the television and there it was. Kennedy was shot. As the pale blue light of the newscast flowed into his living room, it took on the same depressing aspect as living rooms in in that one highly emotional televised moment, his world changed.

High school has always involved a certain amount of theater. But for this new generation of boys and girls in Stussy baseball hats, the drama is intensified by the presence of a deadly disease that they are constantly being told they might get--by teachers lecturing about condoms in classrooms, public service announcements blaring warnings from the radio, and experts chatting about the danger of "teen sex" on television.

At a bus stop you can see the irony of the times acted out in a kind of tableau: a fifteen-year-old making out passionately with his girlfriend in front of a giant Benetton ad brightly displaying a man's chest stamped with the words "HIV positive. By the time these kids began thinking about sex, the fatal virus had already become part of the buying and selling of colorful sweaters and scarves, part of business as usual.

The fact that some people die from sex is a thought that teenagers are used to. Ask anyone under twenty when she first learned about AIDS, and she will say she always knew about it. Consider for a moment a bunch of girls from Stuyvesant High School in New York sitting in the living room of one of their houses, feet up on the glass table, fashionably ratty knapsacks thrown on the floor, a single piece of Girl Paradise date sex on a greasy paper plate passed between them. I don't remember where she was going.

California, maybe. She met this really handsome guy, and they hung out all night and went to a fancy hotel. They slept together. On the airplane home she took off the ribbon and unwrapped the box. I've also heard this story before. It's one of those archetypal horror stories that get passed around, changing slightly with each telling but remaining in basic structure and moral essence the same.

It circulates through networks of teenagers around the country in countless living rooms over countless pieces of pizza. I've heard so many versions of it, in places as far apart as Tennessee, New Jersey, and Washington State, that it gives me the illusion of small-town familiarity, like finding a black leather-bound Gideons' Bible in the drawer of a hotel room no matter where you are.

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The action always takes place at one remove. It always happens to a friend of a friend. Sometimes the story goes like this: A man meets a beautiful woman at a bar--or a party, a museum, an airplane--and they spend the night together. The next morning he wakes up, sun streaming in, sheets crumpled next to him, and she is gone.

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These are not, in the strictest sense, stories about the AIDS virus. In fact the exact same stories circulated at the beginning of the eighties with the punch line "Welcome to the world of herpes," the medical details being basically interchangeable and beside the point.

What we're really hearing are steely moral parables on an increasingly popular theme: the dawning conviction, after the brief utopian interlude of the sixties and seventies, that sex has consequences after all. You can't just do whatever you want. You can't indulge every desire and expect to get away with it. The punch line "Welcome to the world of AIDS" is often delivered by an apple-checked tenth-grader with a brisk, puritan satisfaction that occasionally borders on glee.

And in the excited tone of her voice "Just look what happens if you behave irresponsibly"you can hear the swift formation of a new sexual ethos. The ravishing stranger sitting next to you at the bar, all frosty pink lipstick and plunging neckline, object of fantasy circahas grown violent and sinister.

Her bedroom eyes are not just promising bedrooms anymore. Sitting with their feet up on the coffee table, the Stuyvesant girls move on to a more specific kind of gossip. We are never really safe," she Girl Paradise date sex with an air of great determination.

Although they keep lapsing into official blackboard phrases, these girls are not just parroting what they learned in health class or read in Sassy magazine. Their tones are electric, jammed with an energy and zeal that is all their own. You can feel the fast sequence of images beneath their conversation as each one pictures herself beneath satin sheets, heroically whispering "not without protection" into some scruffy boy's ear, or asking for a twelve-pack of condoms from the handsome guy behind the counter at Love's or CVS, dissolving into giggles, the thrill and danger merging.

They are almost buoyant. It's as if there has been a chemical reaction between the received ideas--"You can't be too careful"--from parents, teachers, posters, magazines, talk shows, the six o'clock news, and their own deepest, most private feelings.

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The danger is personal. The crisis is real.

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Of course the drama of the AIDS virus appeals to the turbulent, lyrical extremes of the adolescent Girl Paradise date sex if you have sex, you might die. Everything becomes just the way teenagers like it, serious. The idea of a fatal sexually transmitted disease makes perfect sense in a world where everything is amplified, where doors slam, tears flow at the dinner table, political opinions are absolute, and phone calls are urgent, five hours long, and take place in the middle of the night. The strange fervor "safe sex" produces, however, is not confined to teenagers.

Over the past ten years the worry about AIDS has taken on a life of its own. After s on how to wear the new pastels and "Loser Guys: How to Spot Them," Mademoiselle gives its young readers chirpy advice on condom etiquette: ask him at the moment of truth, "May I show you something in the rubber motif? The first condom store in the country, Condomania, with addresses on Bleecker Street in New York and Melrose Avenue in Los Angeles, opened in on the same principle, its dazzling shelves laden with glass candy jars filled with blue, purple, yellow, ribbed, and glow-in-the-dark condoms.

They also carry mint- chocolate- strawberry- and passion fruit-flavored condoms, condoms in the shape of coins or lollipops, and sleek, state-of-the-art ultrathin condoms from Japan. This is not just our American flair for advertising and sloganeering and sighting the consumer potential in a crisis.

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It's not just rising to the occasion or making the best of a bad situation. There is a kind of breathlessness to "itsy-bitsy finger condoms" or "May I show you something in the rubber motif? Altogether, sexual fear was being marketed with a zealousness that cannot be explained away by the need to spread the word.

America seemed, at times, to be embracing the AIDS epidemic--not the terrible disease itself, but, in its abstract form, the idea of sexual peril. It had inspired a perverse enthusiasm. The ardor lay in the discovery of a real and visible danger--an actual crisis to give form and meaning to our free-floating doubts and anxieties about sexual freedom. The change in sexual morality was, of course, astonishingly quick, and the quickness itself is part of what continues to confuse us. In a Gallup poll in80 percent of Americans thought premarital sex was "wrong," by almost half the country thought it was acceptable, and byat least among younger people, the had risen to three-quarters.

And Girl Paradise date sex were, after all, not just abstract attitudes casually checked off on a questionnaire. These were actual changes that could be measured out in bedrooms, hearts, tears, diary entries, novels, Pill prescriptions, and psychiatrist bills. Divorce rates skyrocketed; guilt plummeted. As Allan Bloom put it in The Closing of the American Mind, "The kind of cohabitations that were dangerous in the Twenties, risque and bohemian in the Thirties and Forties, became as normal as membership in the Girl Scouts.

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I myself witnessed this exhilarating and tumultuous period from the distant, disapproving, order-craving vantage point of childhood. One of my older sisters, who was then in college, told me that she had slept with fifty men. To which she answered, after a moment of thought, in a bored tone, "Those are just the ones I can remember. But nonchalance didn't last as a national attitude.

It's what makes everything so hard to run," observed a tired Rabbit Angstrom at the end of John Updike's saga of sixties chaos, Rabbit Redux. Scattered across the country, there seemed to be countless other Rabbits, sitting in their middle-class suburban houses, wives having run off and come back, engaging in the same sort of epiphany: enough is enough.

The heady atmosphere of promiscuity began to get complicated, and the strange, touching faith that sex would somehow increase the sum total of human happiness began to fade. The couples who wrote optimistic, bestselling guides to "open marriage" began to break up, and the disillusioned consumers of these guides began to search for new moral codes, a search that would eventually take on an almost religious intensity and comprehensiveness. The American craze for regulation and instruction extended to Girl Paradise date sex intimate matters that by the early nineties, classrooms, restaurants, cars, and offices were, at least theoretically, transformed by new rules about smoking, seat belts, whom it was appropriate to ask out on a date, and what kind of jokes you were allowed to make to someone in a less powerful position.

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