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Just noting that, once again, in this review (and perhaps the book) there is a sign of the weird Puritanism that I now associated with Dr. Phil. Teenage girls better not have sex! It is so degrading, and you will (they guarantee) end up on the bathroom wall. I can't figure it out, really, why this faux worry keeps cropping up. I think it is jealousy or something else completely personal. But it is interesting that the reviewer seems to have no problems with the (cue Halloween music) terrible consequences of female sexuality. Mha ha ha ha.