I did some stupid things in my teens and 20s, but having unprotected sex was not one of them. In fact, I was all about doubling up on the protection (pill and condom; condom and foam – remember foam?). Sure, I had my share of drunken sex and one-night stands. Then, at one point, there was a serious boyfriend whom I thought I’d marry, maybe pop out a couple of babies with one day in the future. Throughout it all, my little purple packet of birth-control pills (Diane-35) lay on the bathroom counter alongside the staples (tweezers, toothbrush, hair straightener). In my mind, birth control was a given. It didn’t matter if you were banging some random frat boy in a dirty bathroom stall – so long as you used protection, you were golden.
Fast-forward two decades and, well, I use the “withdrawal” method (a.k.a. “pull out method” – when a man pulls out before he ejaculates). I say this sheepishly because, back in the early 90s, I would have judged anyone who actually considered “pulling out” to be a form of birth control. I would have called them stupid and naive. More »