Pop, by Aury Wallington
Wallington, Aury (2006). Pop. NY: Razorbill. 288 pages.
I found this slightly older title when I was looking around for “sexy” YA fiction and prepping for an upcoming talk about the same topic. Though it was recommended as a sensual read in at least one professional (library science) article, I was disappointed that it didn’t go farther with description. That said, it wasn’t a bad book, and it moved quickly and in slightly unexpected directions.
High school senior Marit has had a number of boyfriends; however, when things start to get serious, she tends to freak and break up with the guys. Her best friends Caroline and Jamie suggest that Marit has a problem with intimacy and advise her to get over it by just having sex already. When Marit’s sister suggests that what the virgin needs is a “friend with benefits” to “break her in,” Marit decides that Jamie is the perfect choice. Although he is hesitant at first, Jamie finally agrees to have sex with Marit, and the two practice doing the deed. At first, the experience is not totally satisfying; Marit doesn’t ever have an orgasm and Jamie has some staying trouble. Finally, after confessing her lack of satisfaction to Jamie, Marit finally comes. Meanwhile, Marit’s starting to crush on a new guy at school and she begins to worry that Jamie is developing feelings for her.
As far as pro-sex feminism goes, this book has got it. Kind of. Sure, there’s a knowing older sister who gives Marit tacit approval to masturbate (and even provides an instructional text) and supplies her younger sister with condoms and sexy music, plus, there’s a pregnant girl at school who serves as a cautionary symbol. In all, the book grants its main character an uncommon (in most YA lit, anyway) agency as far as taking control of her sexual experience, safety, and pleasure go.
That said, Marit’s excuse for seeking out sexual experience rings kind of false: her primary goals for her senior year involve getting a boyfriend and going to prom. Because getting over the whole fear of intimacy thing is part of making her wishes come true, the sex becomes sort of this burden to shed. And yes, I know that virginity is often perceived as a burden and, God knows, you got to get a lot of “practice” in before you’re having the mind-blowing sex of the Cosmo variety. But, at the same time, it seems like the book’s emphasis on intercourse is sort of at cross-purposes with its supposedly liberating message. You probably know what I’m going to say next: I wish the book had been more explicit and more varied in its definition of sexual practice. Where is the frottage? Whither oral sex?
Ok, I know that a YA book review is not supposed to be a polemic; however, when it comes to supposedly “sexy” YA fiction, I really feel like there’s a huge discrepancy between its assessment, its content, and its presumed intent. I’ll just stay here in my corner, waiting for the next Forever.