17 Girls are pregnant.
And by the looks of commentators, blogs, and newscasts lately, it's all their fault.
Funny, how an act that has always taken TWO people, brings shame only to one.
As Juno's father so typically pointed out, “I thought you were the kind of girl who knew when to say when.”
Because, it's apparently only up to the girl to say no.
It's up to her to have all the best intentions in the face of a young boy, or young man who wants one thing. A boy she may love, a boy with whom she shares a similar past and life experiences, but a boy who, in this instance, she must be smarter and stronger than.
His one track mind, his gentle coercions mean little, because as the woman, or girl, she is supposed to know, when to say when.
But when is it going to be time for character to be demanded of both parents?
When, will we ask boys to say when?
When will we curse them for dropping their drawers rather than shame the girls because they couldn't "keep their legs closed?"
"I have no idea what kind of girl I am," Juno replied when her father chided her.
And how could she?
She thought she was normal, she thought she was like her boyfriend when she decided to say yes.
A word that meant nothing for a father, and everything for a mother.
A word whose burden is heavier than a 9 month pregnancy.
A word that changes an entire life, for her.
But not for him.