Growing up in the countryside in the 90s there wasn’t much else to do than get off with boys. And every crush and heartbreak was an education
Actually, saying “no shame” isn’t entirely true. I very much can wait for my parents and in-laws to read this article or see the new show, but them aside, no shame. Also, when I say “fond memories”, I also mean “embarrassing memories”. Chances are, if a boy fancied me, that would be enough of an aphrodisiac for me to fall at least halfway in love. Blooming heck. I had emotional and romantic aspirations but, let’s face it, I also just wanted some action. But it didn’t always go to plan.
I recall saying, “I just want everyone to fancy me”, and starting a heated philosophical debate by asking my few female friends: “Is it OK to want to be a slag?” This was pre-fourth wave feminism, amid the mess 90s girl groups were making of our self-esteem. We were all about drinking as much as the lads and doing whatever it took to get thin, while prioritising male pleasure at all times.