{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Love, Joy, Feminism","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/lovejoyfeminism","author_name":"Libby Anne","author_url":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/lovejoyfeminism\/author\/libby","title":"Purity Rings: Marian's Story","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"ZnUgT3A3zG\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/lovejoyfeminism\/2013\/03\/purity-rings-marians-story.html\">Purity Rings: Marian&#8217;s Story<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/lovejoyfeminism\/2013\/03\/purity-rings-marians-story.html\/embed#?secret=ZnUgT3A3zG\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Purity Rings: Marian&#8217;s Story&#8221; &#8212; Love, Joy, Feminism\" data-secret=\"ZnUgT3A3zG\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"A Guest Post by Marian. My mom gave me that ring on the occasion of my first period, which at the time made me feel all wonderful and symbolic. \u201cShe\u2019s giving me my purity ring at the time when purity starts to really matter\u2026 now that I am a woman and capable of bearing a child.\u201d I crowed in my head. First of all, ICK! ... on the whole, my purity ring was a fairly innocuous thing. Sure, I had way too much pride in it, but as far as I can remember, it really truly was my idea.","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/wp.patheos.com.s3.amazonaws.com\/blogs\/lovejoyfeminism\/files\/2013\/03\/purity-ring-opal-heart-300x300.jpg"}