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I've been reading a lot about sex lately. Aha, now I have your attention! Make no mistake, however...Modern Sex is no bodice-ripping summer beach read. It is instead a collection of essays exposing the misery resulting from an epidemic of sexual gluttony. The great thing about this book is that the arguments for sexual purity are not made from a traditional Biblical point of view. Biblical arguments are too easily knocked down in this postmodern age of "Don't be such a square" or "Uh-oh...my Intolerance Alarm is going off!" This book discusses much more than unplanned pregnancy and STDs. It dissects our culture, revealing the disease beneath the glamour.

This book is not for the faint of heart. It is an extremely frank and gritty view of broken sexuality. Topics included in the book are the death of love, the unintended results of sex education in schools, the sexualization of children, and the devastating effects of ridding our society of stigma, normalcy, and decency. This book is packed with insight. Sexual purity never seemed so practical.

Check it out on Amazon.com...

This weekend, I attended my very first ice hockey game, and I have to tell you, I'm an instant fan. The president of our company has season tickets and let us borrow his fantastic 2nd-row seats located right behind the goal. (Thanks, Larry!) I was fascinated by every aspect of the game, from the Zamboni to the tireless, ice-scooping cheerleaders to the excessive fighting. Generally, I'm the opposite of a Sports Fan, but hockey has many irresistible charms. I enjoyed that there weren't a lot of perplexing rules or tedious time-outs while the referees stared at each other and tried to decide who did what to whom. On the contrary...hockey is something of a free-for-all. It's a frozen jungle out there, baby. The game was fast-moving, exciting, and easy to follow. I'm afraid that sitting right behind the glass has spoiled me...it's the best way to watch hockey. Alice found the game quite stimulating as well: at one point a crowd of guys plowed into the glass right in front of us and a scuffle ensued. Alice leaped in my belly as though to say "Get 'em, Charlie!" There were times that I wondered if the glass would give way and I would end up with a hockey player in my lap.

The only thing I didn't enjoy about the game was my choleric fellow fans. Now, I realize that the behind-the-glass crowd is likely to be a lot more devoted to the home team than your casual observer, but there were a few men there who acted as thought the opposing team was a band of savage brutes bent on stealing their wives, daughters, and personal freedoms. For instance, one of the guys on the opposing team was dealt a crushing blow to the head and lay on the ice, shuddering in pain and unable to stand. Two adult men bounded up to the glass and smacked it with all their might, jeering and howling and saying unkind things about the poor man's mother. This is what is literally referred to as 'insult to injury.' I wanted to go up to them and say, "Hush, guys...he might hear you!" There were several young boys our section who picked up on this course and degrading behavior immediately and began to ridicule the opposing team at every opportunity. Little pitchers have big ears, Sports Fans. If you want to spend the rest of your life an inebriated lout, have at it. But do it in the privacy of your own home/mom's basement/favorite gentleman's lounge. Mind your manners in front of the younguns, you hear?

Go, Preds, go!