I suppose the problem stems from growing up as an American flower child. That and a lifetime of observation that convinces me that experience – not ideology, not education, certainly not blind faith — is the most reliable source of wisdom.
And yet, a recent news article points out there is a worldwide movement among women, especially in Europe, mostly Muslims, to have their hymens restored for the marriage market. Evidently if the young lady isn’t certifiably, factory hymen-equipped-and-ready-for bleeding-on-the-honeymoon, she may be legally exterminated on the spot and her family sued for fraud.
So naturally, skilled physicians line up to “restore” the membrane. Hyman replacement therapy has become as popular in Europe as breast surgery, upper lip depilation, and butt cheek liposuction. The medical field is market driven, too, and a buck’s a buck.
(Here’s a vow: I will NEVER seek to discover the details of this medical procedure. I don’t want to know.)
Even though I lost my virginity at my first opportunity, it was years too late. I’ve been trying to make up for lost time ever since. Guido lost hers years before I did, and for the last cuppla decades she’s done her best to help me even the score. Years ago, we each brought our own separate experiences to the rutting-room, and never looked back. There’s a whole lot going for knowing the ropes (pardon the expression).
What I’m saying is virginity is over-rated.
Actually, what I’m saying is, virginity is a fucking handicap.
Any pack of religious or cultural zealots who have a problem with this is cordially invited to go suck eggs. You (literally) don’t know dick about it. Think baseball. The more pitchers you face, the better a batter you are. You’re smarter, wilier, and overall wiser. You learn. You apply. What this one throws at you becomes part of what you’re prepared for when the next one faces you. You’re more skilled at your craft. Exactly the same considerations apply to your performance in the sack.
Of course, guys, you can always practice on a farm animal. Goats can be kind of cute, and you’ll appreciate the facial hair. Just like Mom. Your virginal wife will be sooooooo impressed.
So no wonder men actually required to find virgins to marry are intrigued by the prospect of suicide. I understand perfectly, poor bastards. Bound by moronic tradition, brainwashed by ideological fiat, and confronted by the realization that teenagers in alien cultures have skills and pleasures to offer and experience their own spouses never even heard of, hell. They properly conclude they’ve lived their whole lives with their heads up their asses. It all makes perfect sense.
Who really wants a virgin, anyway? Let alone 72 of them? Give me an expert, and save the rookies for the kids in the minor leagues.