In the present social landscape, being outed as a non-virgin isn't really that scandalous. Actually, it's probably less scandalous than being a virgin. But screenwriter Bert V. Royal's take on how one unintentional rumor about high school nobody Olive Penderghast (Emma Stone) is "blown" way out of proportion after she tells her frenemy Rhiannon (and seriously, who the fuck can get away with a name like that unless she can claim to be the Welsh witch from the Fleetwood Mac song?) that she had sex with a community college dude named George. This ultimately leads to what the tagline so succinctly phrases as "Let's not and say we did."
Getting into the details of why Olive felt compelled to lie about losing her "V card" isn't really necessary, suffice it to say she just wanted Rhiannon (Alison Michalka) to stop fucking badgering her for a description of what it was like to spend the whole weekend with "George" a.k.a. at first listening to Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocketful of Sunshine" with total disdain through an electronic greeting card her grandma sent her (and kudos to whoever decided to have said grandma only put five bucks in the card. It's so accurate. Grandmas have no fucking concept of inflation) and then gradually letting the song overtake her feel-good sensibilities as she pranced around her room and gave a private concert to her dog.
Unfortunately for Olive--though fortunately for wrapping up act one in the script--resident Christian zealot Marianne (teen film devotee Amanda Bynes) overhears her conversation with Rhiannon and promptly spreads the rumor faster than the legs of a Playboy centerfold. Olive's reaction is initially concern for how the lie will affect her reputation, but then she realizes that this is the first time she's ever even had a reputation to worry about, hence she embraces the whole "I'm a slut!" thing. But it doesn't take long to backfire when she begins helping other tormented youths of Ojai North High School (very obscure pick for a California city by the way, but a nice touch that still allows for the line "Rhiannon's parents are the weirdest people I've ever met and I'm from California.") by letting them pay her in gift cards to tell their peers that they did something sexual with her. One such case is the obviously gay, horribly ridiculed Brandon (Dan Byrd), who gets Olive to fake an exploit with him at (insert bitch's name here)'s party, where Brandon, visibly miffed at the sight of her removing her red thong asks, "What are you doing?" She retorts, "What is it with you gays? Are you that afraid of lady parts? What do you think I have down there? A gnome?"
It is exchanges such as these that allow one to be so taken in by the witty, quip-friendly nature of the movie, that he forgets this is almost an exact replica of the Diablo Cody style (writer of Juno and all things mainstream camp) and, at times, just a lazy homage to John Hughes, who I'm all for exalting, but come on. Ending the movie with a grab bag of the same endings John Hughes has used before isn't clever, it's annoyingly cutesy. Almost as annoying as the word "cutesy" itself. However, with that little rant aside, this movie is pretty damn good considering how awful the teen genre has become in the past decade. Oh, and one other brief rant: Nobody in high school is as fucking precocious and well-spoken as Olive except maybe Andie from Pretty in Pink or Daria from, yeah, Daria. If they were, high school wouldn't be such a mind-numbing, emotionally scarring experience.