The fabulous Jaclyn Friedman has a new column at Good, where she dispenses unsolicited sex-related advice to people who need it. This week: Bristol Palin. A taste:
Dear Bristol,
I so wish you and I could have this conversation on a long girls’ night in. You’d get a babysitter for Tripp, I’d bring the popcorn, and we’d hang in our pajamas and watch Heathers. Afterwards, we’d paint each other’s toenails, and I’d tell you how great your chin looks. And then, when we were both feeling relaxed and expansive and had built some kind of trust, I’d tell you this:
I’m worried about you, girl. You say you’re not accusing Levi of raping you, but the way you tell the story—he knew you didn’t want to have sex, but did it to you anyhow when you were blackout drunk on wine coolers—sure sounds like rape to me.
Go read the whole thing, it is so so good.
Also, can we talk about what awesome writers new Good editor Ann Friedman has brought over? Since she started, Good has become one of my few daily must-reads. So glad to see Jaclyn is now a regular.