When I was growing up casual sex was something to be feared - like being hit with the handle of a feather duster or the consequences should you allow a parent to count all the way to three after hearing the words - "Right, I'm counting to three". The advertising gurus had us scared witless that the briefest of casual sexual encounters would have you lined up with 9 other like minded deviants awaiting the bowling ball of death from the grim reeper.
I can't be sure whether the advertisers stopped doing their job, or whether the next generation simply had the balls to outlast a three count and realised the consequences weren't as bad as expected, but you can be damned sure that the younger generation are getting up to way more than
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