Learned

"She had learned that she had something precious and that she had to take care of it, protect it. She feared her sexuality. Wasn't it what made talking to strange men dangerous, and letting a boy 'go too far' bad? If she wasn't careful, she knew a boy (only after one thing) would yank this precious thing away from her and then mock her allowing him to do so. Those fears were real. Boys would and did, as she saw when the desperate to be accepted girl went too far got laughed at, snicked about, an "easy lay.' There were clearly only two kinds of women: ladies and sluts. Nothing in between, and she couldn't be too careful.

Romance. Clark Gable would carry her up in a red-carpeted staircase. Burt Lancaster would ravage her on the beach The beautiful boy is the senior class with the white teeth and the coopery tan skin would fall hopelessly in love with her, and take her into a daisy stream meadow where his mouth would melt into hers and she would tumble gracefully from virginity to nonvirginity without a latch. There was no nervous fumbling in back seats, no guilty pawning or living room sofas in her image of what 'it' making love would be like."

Sophia Loren said: "Sex appeal is 50 percent what you've got and 50 percent what people think you've got."

This is what another person said.