"Well, that's bogus," Tally says, a total understatement. "As if having sex, like, ruins you? Please. I'm glad you went against it." For all that lots about the pretty regime is wrong, Tally's very grateful that no one acts like sex is something shameful any more. The only thing that ever used to stop her was being ashamed of her ugliness, but that shame had vanished even before her operation, in stolen moments with David in the wild. "A vow of chastity," she repeats, scornful. "So dumb."