I was a teenager in the 1970s, and the only relationship articles in “Seventeen” and similar teen magazines that I remember involved things like kissing on the first date, or breaking up if you found out your steady boyfriend secretly dated someone else. No promotion of non-marital sex of any kind.
Why? Because anal is dirty, disgusting, diseased and dangerous. And there's nothing in it for the girl: erotically, emotionally, or any other way. It does not feel good on any level. It feels like you're being cynically used. Which you are.
Above all, it is not making love. Not even by analogy. Not even close.
But now I guess all our 12-year-olds are being prepped to be sluts. Why? It tears my heart out.
If I were to tell you what it makes me want to do to the editors of TeenVogue, I'd have to hit the Abuse button on myself.