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If you are not a virgin, you are going to burn in hell!

The other day while browsing through my Facebook news feed I came across this article. What made me read it was a friend's comment - 'Is this for real?' A comment like this one made me curious enough to read. 


And what did I read? This - Great things about being a virgin woman. Ha! What makes this article funnier is that it has been published in TOI. Now I understand that over the years or rather always, most of us have hated this news paper but articles like these take our hatred to some other level. 


This piece points out five points that are supposed to make one feel good about being a virgin. These pointers read as if they have been picked straight out of a religious scripture or rather penned by some foolish babajee. So here they are, along with my comments of course - 


1. No pregnancy fears. So a virgin woman can't definitely get pregnant. Haven't we heard something else in Mahabharata? About the pregnancy bit, even young women who haven't hit puberty, cannot get pregnant. 


2. No STDs. Please note, HIV/Aids is a sexually transmitted disease only. Medical negligence doesn't count in this case. And what if the 'right' man you marry passes something onto you?


3. No emotional trauma of a relationship. So if you are a virgin, you can never have a relationship. Also, does it mean that to enjoy a relationship women need to offer sex? Confused.


4. Your man will feel so proud and happy. That you are naive in bed? Or because you haven't had sex before? So having ex-boyfriends is okay. Nice.


5. You are pure as an angel. This takes the cake. No matter how bitchy you have been or how mean or have committed a murder, if you have remained a virgin, you are an angel. Hilarious. 


This crap doesn't end here. Click here to read more - http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/toireporter/author-Biben-Laikhuram.cms. Same author too. 



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