In the fall of 1997, I was speaking to a group of parents about proactively instilling sexual values in teenagers. In a sea of faces typically including men and women in their thirties, forties, and early fifties, this one little blue-haired old lady stood out of the crowd. She was sitting perfectly upright in her lavender leisure suit, knees and ankles pressed together, black patent leather handbag resting in her lap with her clenched fists firmly gripping the handles. She sat wide-eyed through the entire 90-minute presentation, barely moving a muscle except to scratch her blue-haired scalp. I tried not to let the thought distract me, but I couldn’t help wondering the entire time, What in the world is this woman thinking about all of this sex talk?
