The Argument For Clinging To Your Chastity, From A Feminist Perspective

On our last Thirsty Thursday of freshman year, my friends and I pregamed at a ritzy cocktail bar, wearing rumpled handkerchiefs as shirts, our faces ruddy in contour powder. Men in sports coats drenched in woody colognes wafted by our table, and we squared our petite shoulders to try and look more mature. My friend took a frothy slurp on her espresso martini, turned to me, and said, “If you don’t sleep with someone this weekend, you’re going to be a virgin sophomore.”