In contrast, I had a strong urge to give Chrissy's dad AND mom a tasteful little Wedgwood dish full of chill pills.
That is what I thought, too! It would have been better than yelling at her (CHRISSY! NOW!) the way one does at an out-of-reach toddler heading for a busy street. That is NOT a good way to keep trust and communication open with a teenager.
And I know that to some, the idea of being in the room with a boy is comparable to that trafficward-scampering tot, but even if one assumes that once in the room she is going to just give it up, and that once she does, she is forever ruined blah blah, the situation would not be one that would be conducive to that, first, with all the other kids in the room, and second,
with the parents in the adjoining room, but most of all, if Chrissy, or any other teen, really wants to have sex, they are going to find a way to have it, and so since apparently Chrissy hasn't, we can assume that she doesn't want to all that bad, and even if she did, it would not be the end of the world, the end of Chrissy, nor the end of the family honor, thus, the rents should chill. (end sermonette)
Just a reminder that as someone who has never had children, I am eminently qualified to issue Parenting Instruction Decrees and Proclamations. This is because, unlike people who have actually HAD teenaged children, I remember BEING a teenager, and what worked, and did not work, with me!
