Breaking the Seal.

The word ‘virgin’ is sometimes used in a figurative sense, such as when referring to untrodden snow or a soldier’s first experience of combat. That’s OK. What bugs me is the modern habit of calling a man’s first experience of sex ‘losing his virginity.’ That, too, can be seen in a figurative sense, but it bugs me because it fudges an important issue. It’s another piece of silly political correctness, this time courtesy of the old-style feminist movement who wanted the world to believe that men and women are the same. They’re not. Equal, yes, but not the same. (Don’t I just hate what isms do to the feeble minded.)

The losing of virginity is not about having sex for the first time, it’s about the breaking of a seal. Men don’t have a seal. We’re not made that way and we don’t function that way. We don’t have that privilege and so we don’t have the means to bestow the honour.

As I see it, the important issue should be obvious. The seal is a woman’s most precious jewel; it is her only true dowry. It’s one area in which women have the edge, balancing the man’s greater physical power. In that case, wouldn’t it be reasonable to expect that women be extremely discerning in their choice of the man to whom they give their greatest gift? It is, after all, non-returnable.

And can I say yet again, just to waylay the predictable reaction: this is not about old fashioned attitudes, religious edict, or morality. I left those behind a long time ago. It’s about the idealism of worth and balance.