That first ball got some positive local and Christian press, as well as inquiries from people in twenty-one states interested in throwing their own. Today, South Dakota’s Abstinence Clearinghouse—a major association of the purity movement—sends out about seven hundred “Purity Ball Planner” booklets a year (tips include printing out the vows on “beautiful paper” and serving wedding cake for dessert). While the Wilsons make no money from their ball, a cottage industry for accessories has sprung up. Roam the Internet, and you’ll find a $250 14-karat pearl-and-diamond purity ring; for $15, you can buy a red baby-doll T-shirt with I’M WAITING emblazoned on the chest, its snug fit sending a bit of a mixed message.
The older girls at the Broadmoor tonight are themselves curvaceous and sexy in backless dresses and artful makeup; next to their fathers, some look disconcertingly like wives. In fact, in the parlance of the purity ball folks, one-on-one time with Dad is a “date,” and the only sanctioned one a girl can have until she is “courted” by a man. The roles are clear: Dad is the only man in a girl’s life until her husband arrives, a lifestyle straight out of biblical times. “In patriarchy, a father owns a girl’s sexuality,” notes psychologist and feminist author Carol Gilligan, PhD. “And like any other property, he guards it, protects it, even loves it.”
When it’s time for dads and daughters to take the pledge (some informally exchange rings as well), the men stand over their seated daughters and read aloud from parchment imprinted with the covenant: “I, [father’s name], choose before God to cover my daughter as her authority and protection in the area of purity. . . . ” The men inscribe their names, and their daughters sign as witnesses. Then everyone returns to their meals and an excited buzz fills the room.
Purity balls are, in fact, part of a larger trend throughout American culture of fathers spending more time with their daughters and sons—the amount rose from 2.6 hours a week in 1965 to 6.5 hours in 2000, the most recent year for which statistics are available. This togetherness has a real payoff for girls: Those who are close with their fathers generally do better in life than those who aren’t. Dan Kindlon, PhD, a Harvard-based psychologist who did in-depth interviews with 113 girls and teens for his book Alpha Girls, found that those who had the best relationships with their dads were the most accomplished academically and had the strongest sense of self. Another much-cited study on the subject by two sociologists tracked 126 Baltimore girls from low-income families. It found that those with involved and caring dads were twice as likely to go to college or find a stable job after high school than those without such fathers; 75 percent less likely to give birth as teens; 80 percent less likely to ever be in jail; and half as likely to experience significant depression.
Of course, adolescence poses a tricky challenge: Teens are often more interested in hanging out with friends than in spending time with dear old Dad. And their fathers may not be sure how to treat a child who’s morphing into a young woman. (I vividly recall the betrayed look my father gave me when he caught me, at fourteen, emerging from a make-out session in my room.) Some experts wonder if Dad’s involvement in the family is seeming less important these days, given mothers’ more dominant role—they’re becoming the breadwinners in record numbers. Says Margo Maine, PhD, a clinical psychologist in West Harford, Connecticut, who often works with families, “Our culture—and even fathers themselves—underestimates the power fathers have on women’s self-esteem and identity.”
Randy Wilson wants to change that. With his bright smile, steady eye contact, and erect posture of a small but confident man, he reminds me of the magnetic self-help guru that Tom Cruise portrayed in Magnolia. “Way to go, men!” Wilson says. “I applaud your courage to look your daughter in the eye and tell her how beautiful she is. If you haven’t done it yet, I’ll give you a chance to do it right now.”
I strike up a conversation with Christy Parcha, an eighteen-year-old brunette who’s here to perform a ballet later on; her ten-year-old sister is attending the ball with their dad, Mike, a math teacher at a local community college. Christy’s eyes are bright, her cheeks flushed, and a smile permanently animates her face. Although she just graduated from high school, she is not going to college but instead will be teaching ballet classes, continuing with piano lessons, and writing a book about “emotional purity,” which Christy thinks is even more important than the physical kind. “I am just trying to reserve all those special feelings for my husband,” she says ardently.
As it turns out, not allowing herself to think sexual thoughts makes her nervous, too, because she wants to experience pleasure with her future husband: “I don’t want to be a burden to him in that I am not enjoying [sex].” Recently, a friend took her to see a movie about Queen Esther: One Night with the King—“a really romantic story,” according to Christy. “So I watched it and I had these huge feelings rise up inside me, and I was like, ‘OK, they are still there!’” she says, flopping back in her chair with relief. Still, Christy doesn’t want to date. She associates sex outside of marriage as a girl “getting used, betrayed, having guys deceive you, all that kind of thing.”
Other girls at the ball are far less eloquent about the pledge they’ve just made. To them, the excitement of the ball is buying fancy dresses and primping; one fourteen-year-old in the bathroom tells me she started getting ready at 9:00 AM. When I ask Hannah Smith, fifteen, what purity means to her, she answers, “I actually don’t know.” Her older sister Emily jumps in: “Purity, it means . . . I don’t know how to explain it. It is important to us that we promise to ourselves and to our fathers and to God that we promise to stay pure until . . . It is hard to explain.” I suspect that the girls’ lack of vocabulary has to do with a universal truth of girlhood: You don’t want to talk about sex with anyone older than eighteen, particularly your dad. At the same time, the girls seem so unsure of the reasons behind their vows that I can’t help but wonder if they’ve just signed a contract whose terms they didn’t fully understand.
There is no data on whether girls who attend purity balls remain abstinent until marriage; chances are, many do, given the tight-knit communities they live in. However, there is striking evidence that more than half of teens who take virginity pledges—at, say, rallies or events—go on to have sex within three years, according to findings of the National Longitudinal Study of Adolescent Health, the most comprehensive survey of teens ever taken. And 88 percent of the pledgers surveyed end up having sex before marriage. “No pledge can counter the fact that teenagers are, in fact, sexual beings post-puberty,” notes Cary Backenger, a clinical psychotherapist in Appleton, Wisconsin, who works with teens, including several who have taken virginity pledges. “You can’t turn that off.”
Disturbingly, the adolescent health study also found that STD rates were significantly higher in communities with a high proportion of pledgers. “Pledgers are less likely than nonpledgers to use condoms, so if they do have sex it is less safe,” says Peter Bearman, PhD, a Columbia University sociologist who helped design the study. For these teens, he believes, it’s a mind game: If you have condoms, you were planning to have sex. If you don’t, sex wasn’t premeditated, which makes it more okay. The study also found that even pledgers who remained virgins were highly likely to have oral and anal sex—risky behavior given that most probably didn’t use condoms to cut their risk.
Curiously, the teen pregnancy rate is on the decline nationwide. Proponents of an abstinence-only philosophy point to this as evidence that pledges work. But a study released in 2006 by the Mailman School of Public Health at Columbia University attributed 14 percent of this drop to teens’ holding off on sex—and 86 percent to teens’ using more effective forms of birth control, like the Pill. Says study author John Santelli, MD, a specialist in adolescent medicine, “If most of the progress in reducing teen pregnancy rates is due to improved contraceptive use, national policy needs to catch up with those realities.”
Leaders of the abstinence movement firmly believe, however, that teaching kids a
bout the mechanics of sex and contraception “arouses” them, sparking them to have sex. They claim that those who break their vows were not “strong” pledgers to begin with, and that many more tend to keep them (teens the researchers didn’t speak to). “Kids who abstain are not out there breaking hearts; they’re not dogs in heat. They go on to have great, intimate sex,” says Leslee Unruh, president of the Abstinence Clearinghouse. “The purity movement celebrates sex but not sex outside of commitment.”
Girls who are getting married do need information about sex, Unruh continues, and she’s there to provide it. (On once occasion, “I had a girl call me from her wedding,” she says.) “I let them know what to expect, that there might be some discomfort,” and she gives detailed information about touching and lubricants when necessary. Unruh thinks purity balls are a commendable way to get girls who want to stay virgins to do so. As she says, “They help girls realize that their fathers care deeply about their future, and then they decide to keep themselves pure.”
Many experts strongly disagree. “Virginity pledges set girls up for failure,” contends Harvard’s Dan Kindlon, who specializes in adolescent behavior: “I like the father-daughter bonding part of the balls, but it is unfortunate that it is around a pledge that is doomed. I always counsel parents to try to encourage teens to delay sex. But when you completely forbid teens to be sexual, it can do them more harm than good. It’s like telling kids not to eat candy, and then they want it more.”
“When you sign a pledge to your father to preserve your virginity, your sexuality is basically being taken away from you until you sign yet another contract, a marital one,” says Eve Ensler, the writer and activist. “It makes you feel like you’re the least important person in the whole equation. It makes you feel invisible.”
It’s not hard to imagine the anxiety young women must feel about being a purity failure. Carol-Maureen, an acquaintance from my hometown of Fargo, North Dakota, who got a purity ring in seventh grade and still wears it at twenty-two, told me, “If I had sex before marriage and my parents found out, I’d be mortified. I’d feel like I failed in this promise to them, even though it’s really not their business.”
Marie, a Texan I met through a colleague, took a virginity pledge at fourteen but actually felt no shame about breaking her vow a year later. “When I took the pledge, it was true in my heart. But as I got older I had a broader worldview,” she says. Still, as a teen she snuck around to have sex with her boyfriend so her parents wouldn’t find out, and ended up getting pregnant at nineteen; she married quickly thereafter. Would she ever ask her son to take a virginity pledge? “No,” she says emphatically. “I don’t want him to tell me something just because he thinks I want to hear it and then lie to me about it.”
Figuring out your sexuality on your own terms is a major passage into adulthood. Back when I was nineteen and contemplating having sex for the first time, I presented my virginity to my boyfriend as this great treasure he could take from me. He looked at me and said, “But I don’t want to take anything. You should be having sex with me because you want to—and if you don’t, then you aren’t ready.” I was embarrassed by the smackdown of my “gift,” but his words made me realize sex wasn’t just something to give to him but something to do for myself, too. It required me to be active, not passive, lying there ready to be “taken.” Learning that was more meaningful to me than actually having sex.
When I point out to Christy Parcha’s father, Mike, that experience with relationships, bumps and all, can help young women mature emotionally and become ready for sex and marriage, he warily concedes that’s true. “But there can be damage, too,” he says. “I guess we’d rather err on the side of avoiding these things. The girl can learn after marriage.” Like other fathers I speak with, Parcha says that if his daughter were to fail in her quest to be pure, she would be met with “grace and forgiveness.”
But, he continues, “I am not worried about that. She is not even going to come close to those situations. She believes, and I do, too, that her husband will come through our family connections or through me before her heart even gets involved.” Randy Wilson’s oldest daughter, Lauren, twenty-two, met her fiancé, Brett, a young man from the Air Force Academy, at church, and other fathers and daughters mention this to me as a hopeful sign that God will open similar doors for them. God has been throwing some curveballs lately, though: A week before the ball, Mike and Christy Parcha’s pastor, Ted Haggard, a man who has openly railed against gay marriage, made headlines nationwide when he admitted to receiving a massage from a man (one who claimed Haggard had paid him for sex), showing how at odds what is preached and what is practiced can be.
Following dessert—chocolate cake or fruit coulis for the adults, ice cream sundaes for the girls—couples file into the adjacent ballroom. Seven ballerinas, including Christy Parcha, appear in white gowns with tulle skirts, carrying on their shoulders a large, rustic wooden cross that they lift up and rest on a stand. Lisa Wilson cries as she presents each of their three ceremonial dances, one of which is called “I’ll Always Be Your Baby.” Afterward, Randy Wilson and a fellow pastor, Steve Holt, stand at the cross with heavy rapiers raised and announce that they are prepared to “bear swords and war for the hearts of our daughters.” The blades create an inverted “V” under which girls and fathers kneel and lay white roses that symbolize purity. Soon there is a heap of cream-colored buds wilting beneath the outstretched arms of the cross.
It’s a memorable image at the end of a memorable night. I’ve been moved and charmed by the Wilsons, an uncommonly warm, polite, and loving brood. Over and over, the five daughters have told me how great their father is at giving them attention, love, and hugs. When Khrystian ballroom-dances with him, they look so comfortable in each other’s arms that you wish every girl in the United States could have that closeness. But the real challenge, in my mind, is for a father to remain loving toward his daughter and at the same time nurture her autonomy. The purity movement is, in essence, about refusing to let girls grow up: Daddy’s girls never have to be adults. “The balls are saying, I want you to be eleven forever,” says Dr. Kindlon. These are girls who may never find out what it means to make decisions without a man involved, to stand up for themselves, to own their sexuality.
I deeply wish that the lovely things I have seen tonight—the delighted young women, the caring, doting dads—might evolve into father-daughter events not tied to exhorting a promise from a girl that may hang over her head as she struggles to become a woman. When Lauren Wilson hit adolescence, her father gave her a purity ring and a charm necklace with a tiny lock and key. Randy Wilson took the key, which he will hand over to her husband on their wedding day. The image of a locked area behind which a girl stores all of her messy desires until one day a man comes along with the key haunts me.
By the end of the ball, as I watch fathers carrying out sleepy little girls with drooping tiaras and enveloping older girls with wraps, I want to take every one of those girls aside and whisper to them the real secret of womanhood: The key to any treasure you’ve got is held by one person—you.
—Originally published in Glamour, February 2007
Shelby Knox
I FIRST ENCOUNTERED SHELBY KNOX IN 2005 THE WAY many people did: I watched the documentary about her battle for sex education in The Education of Shelby Knox. In the film, this plucky, outraged teenager from Lubbock, Texas, transformed from a conservative Christian purity pledger into an activist for sexual rights and sex education. At the time, Lubbock was a boomtown for teen pregnancy and STDs and was an ideal setting in which to document what abstinence-only sexed had wrought. The Shelby of the film was sensitive and passionate—her face betraying every setback and lighting up with each new insight. By the end of the film, she was a feminist. I met Shelby in person in 2008 when she came to New York City to be a mentor at the Sadie Nash Leadership Project, a nonprofit that mentors young female leaders and activists. My frequent collaborator Amy Richards is a Sadie Nash board m
ember, and she hooked Shelby up to house-sit at Gloria Steinem’s apartment. Shelby ended up staying there for the next two years, soaking up and contributing to the feminist history in the making that is just part of Gloria’s daily life. Over the years, her unruly curls got shorter and her philosophies even deeper, but her outrage remained intact. A naturally charismatic and relatable speaker, Shelby now crisscrosses the country, advocating for comprehensive sex education and women’s liberation, “Forth” Wave–style.
Jennifer: Who were you before The Education of Shelby Knox? Shelby: I was a good Southern Baptist girl, raised in Mother Texas. I was a virgin and a good Republican. I took a virginity pledge when I was fifteen and had no inclination to question what was around me, because I was raised in a religion where it was a sin to question—and that extended to all parts of my life.
J: Now you’re a queer-identified bisexual feminist! How did the filmmakers Marion Lipschutz and Rose Rosenblatt find you?
S: I had been working on sex ed in Lubbock for about six months, when I gave a horrible quote to the Washington Post, which said, “‘There is nothing to do in Lubbock except have sex,’ says 15-year-old virginity pledger Shelby Knox.” The documentary people had funding to do a film on abstinence-only education, so they looked up Lubbock, Texas, found me, and started filming. They were mostly interested in my parents, who, despite being very conservative, were supportive of my work on sex education.
J: How did being followed by a film crew affect you?
S: Two things: It affected my activism, in the sense that I knew that we probably weren’t going to succeed in Lubbock, but the film could provide a road map for other youth activists who were working on sex education. There was added pressure to get it right, to figure out the activism part so that other people could use the film. Second, I think it might have been much easier to dismiss a fifteen-year-old girl had she not had a New York City film crew behind her.
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