What was your first romance? Did someone tell you it was unsuitable?
Thinking about this Unsuitable discussion coming up Monday (previous post), I’m curious what you all would say. Do you remember your first romance? One book specifically or just discovering someone’s Harlequin stash?
Did anyone make you feel it was unsuitable in some way? (Was it a conscientious mom saying, Hey, you’re too young to read something with sex in it, or was it a more insidious kind of judgment?) Have you always felt free to read what you want without judgment from others, or have you sometimes felt self-conscious?
The title of this talk series came out of the memories so many people here on campus had of that kind of judgment, so I’m curious what your own experiences are.