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...wasn't so long ago when a boy who liked a girl had two choices. He could bowl up to her at school and try to talk with her, eventually asking her out. Or he could attempt the even more daring move of calling her at home. This carried the dual risks of speaking to one of her parents and, worse, when he identified himself to the girl, hearing a confused and faintly irritated...
...That's not how it works now. In the cities of Australia, a typical scenario sees a group of teenage boys approach a group of girls at the beach. After some desultory conversation, the boys suggest an exchange of mobile-phone numbers. It's rare for a girl to say no, even if she doesn't like a guy. Better to give a fake number than make a scene. "I just kind of give it to anybody. I don't really think about it," says 15-year-old Kathleen. The boy's first text message might arrive the same night...
...erotic communication, texting is rocket fuel for teen romance. Its consequences have outpaced local academic inquiry, though a recent study at the University of Oslo, in Norway, found a link between teenagers' mobile-phone activity and the timing of their first sexual experience. Says one 15-year-old boy, who identified himself as "Tank" when Time found him texting at a Sydney railway station: "If you're not sending 10 texts a day-minimum-you're not in the game...
...what's the next step for the beach boy who has the girl's number? You don't muck about, explains the tall, blond Tank. Best to fire off a message that night, something like, "hi its tank met u @ beach 2day how ru wots up." With luck, the girl will message back and they'll exchange innocent texts for a few days. It then falls to the boy to raise the stakes. Tank's preferred lines are, "when was yr last bf" or "how far have u gone." A girl you've met once for five minutes replies...
...memory of one friend's death. The woman was killed by a machete and then beheaded. "Her head was put on a stick on the edge of the village. I was very, very sad because it was someone I knew," Leontine says softly, holding her 7-month-old baby boy to her chest to keep him quiet. "Whoever could flee ran as fast as possible. They raped women and burned the houses ... Sometimes people were still inside them." Says her husband, who works for local farmers for about 25¢ a day: "They took tongues and thumbs and the genitals...