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he says, his jaw chiseled with conviction, his acid-washed jean jacket resplendent.Growing up, I always cheered at the movie's final scene. But when it was time to choreograph some sleepover dance numbers to the soundtrack, I'd beg to play a bad kid, baby sun hat crimping my hair and tying my (modest) shirt into a midriff-baring top. That's because, secretly, I liked them. It wasn't just their scrunchies and short shorts and palpable sexual energy. It was what they were saying. I'd baseball hat lived my whole life in a white Mormon bubble.

that bringing more kids into the world destroyed it. So was the real answer to replenish by not multiplying? I had no idea, and no one to talk about it with. So I put the thought away. I kept watching my favorite movie. Except now, I rooted  secretly  for the bad kids.I never met the girl who'd played Emily (she was baseball hats for men two dorms over) but I didn't have to. Years had passed since the release of Saturday's Warrior , but at BYU her pronatalist message was alive and well. The first Sunday of the semester.

All over America, other kids were filling prescriptions for the Pill and partying  being bad kids. At BYU, we had a higher purpose: to get married and pregnant before graduation.I was still a teetotaling, no-sex-before-marriage, churchgoing Mormon. But I didn't fit in. I didn't attend dating panels or pore over wedding magazines or go for ice cream with righteous boys. I wanted to talk about ideas, to learn about the world. I wanted to talk about politics  whatever that meant. So I started baseball hats for women a weekly discussion night.

a place for Mormon misfits to gather and try to find a way into what our leaders would call "worldly" conversations. We talked about sweatshop labor and the war in Iraq, anarchism and public breastfeeding. We were naive and desperately earnest. We had no idea what we were doing.Soon I stopped driving, opting to wait for the three different buses that would get me home on the weekends. When I ate a burger, I was overcome with images of fallen trees in the Amazon cleared for  acres of bleating cows. So I stopped eating burgers.