I am 20 years old and I used to wear a platinum purity ring, but then I lost my virginity to a frat boy. A frat boy I wasn’t dating, and never planned on dating.
Ironically, my hometown has one of the highest teen pregnancy rates in the nation.
Neither the opulent display of prophylactics nor the graphic examples of their non-use proved the biggest factor in my staunchly pro-safe sex attitude. The tipping point, strangely enough, proved to be gangsta rap.