Middle school was the time to explore all of the highs and lows of young love. Looking back, it wasn’t love at all but some debilitating combination of erratic hormones and omnipresent peer pressure wreaking havoc on a developing self-esteem. A time that was as exhilarating as it was emotionally draining. Let’s face it, there’s nothing remotely authentic about the love we claimed to experience. Instead, we unknowingly succumbed to an almost placebo love, heavily spiked by the amorous side of our undeveloped egos.
After my son decoded the preteen vernacular for me, I came to realize that the game of courting hasn’t changed at all since I was his age. The new verbiage is merely a twist on who has the power. For a boy to be “pullin’” that means he’s in control. In actuality, the girl who's being chased holds all of the power. Yes, just like in my day, boys are still boys who like the chase and fear rejection. Fast forward to the adult years, whether those same boys "be pullin’" or chasin’, we all know where the power lies. That crude but true expression about the power of the pussy confirms it. (Forgive me, Mom.)