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	<title>Zócalo Public SquareThe Short History of Sexting &#8211; Zócalo Public Square</title>
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		<title>The Short History of Sexting</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2013 08:01:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>by Elizabeth Powell</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>I’m totally not sure how Johnny wound up in jail and on the sex offender website,<br /> Or how we wound up on probation and detention and on the front page<br /> Of the <em>Burlington Free Press</em>. Last we knew it was the day after<br /> the first day of school, we were sitting in our roxy bikinis by the pool at Cassie’s house<br /> putting on strawberry-scented-vanilla-flavored lip-gloss we stole<br /> from the supermarket. Cassie’s sister Joann had been taken to a finishing school for girls<br /> Who are lunatics. Her father was inside making chocolate chip pancakes for us.<br /> Her botoxed stepmother was vacuuming like a mars robot. She had gotten a new cell<br /> for her birthday (with texting!! it was sparkles-bright-aquamarine like the old kinds of pretty ponies) and Johnny on the Spot, that’s what her dad<br /> called him, was madly professing his love for her. Every five seconds a text came<br /> Like &#8230;</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I’m totally not sure how Johnny wound up in jail and on the sex offender website,<br />
Or how we wound up on probation and detention and on the front page<br />
Of the <em>Burlington Free Press</em>. Last we knew it was the day after<br />
the first day of school, we were sitting in our roxy bikinis by the pool at Cassie’s house<br />
putting on strawberry-scented-vanilla-flavored lip-gloss we stole<br />
from the supermarket. Cassie’s sister Joann had been taken to a finishing school for girls<br />
Who are lunatics. Her father was inside making chocolate chip pancakes for us.<br />
Her botoxed stepmother was vacuuming like a mars robot. She had gotten a new cell<br />
for her birthday (with texting!! it was sparkles-bright-aquamarine like the old kinds of pretty ponies) and Johnny on the Spot, that’s what her dad<br />
called him, was madly professing his love for her. Every five seconds a text came<br />
Like the birth pangs my older drop-out cousin had last year. They hadn’t told us about this in Catholic school. What my parents had told me about sex amounted to:<br />
Brittany Marie Murphy—if a priest makes your privates feel uncomfortable, <em>tell us</em>.<br />
We had gone to the water park for our eighth grade graduation<br />
and when Johnny told us to lift our shirts for him it felt like the water slide<br />
That twists and spits you out into the big pool at the bottom<br />
Of the fun run from that trip to the Jersey Shore. So it was like<br />
Cassie and I wanted to have new screen savers on our phones,<br />
we were discussing this over the said chocolate chip<br />
pancakes. We had once liked Brittany Spears but now that wasn’t cool. I wasn’t sure what was cool, and when Johnny asked us to text him some pictures<br />
of us by the pool we had an idea. Cassie wanted to prove to him she had bigger knockers then me. Somehow we didn’t realize that Johnny would forward the pictures to all his friends and his way older brothers off at college in another state. We were <em>so 2007</em><br />
And that’s how Cassie and me invented sexting.<br />
Really.</p>
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