Well ...
I live in King County, Washington. When I was a senior in high school, this allegedly civilized corner of the country ranked third nationwide for reported sexual abuse of children. (We always comforted ourselves with the word
reported, if that makes any sense.)
Quite frankly, if they want to throw a fifteen year-old girl into the bed of a grotty old man she's supposed to marry anyway, I'm hard pressed to be any more upset about it than the necessity of prostitution.
For perspective: there are
how many young girls being forced into their father's or uncle's or grandpa's beds in my county alone ...? I just can't muster the energy to be upset at some explotative cultural condition; after all, the lack of symptomatic conditions lends the idea that there is no exploitative culture going on around here, which is utter flaming bollocks.
Entire cultures need to chill out about sex. And I live among the chief of them.
One of the reasons we're so shocked is that we're prudish about sex. But it's part of the good ol' American tradition that the age of consent used to be 10 years of age, and that you could lie, cheat, or buy your way between a young girl's thighs.
It's all wrong. But I can't be shocked or even particularly unsettled by this kind of thing. It's small change as sex crimes go.
And while an exploitative culture may need to end, so, too, does the prudish.
thanx,
Tiassa