OK, well, that’s not entirely true, is it? Witness The Boy, the delightful and sometimes obnoxious result of a night of wining, dining, and wining some more.
But I don’t recall sex being taught in school.
True, there was a vague and disturbing one-hour class in fifth grade entitled “What You Need To Know Once You’ve Become a Woman”. The boys were sent out of the room, and a mimeographed series of sheets were circulated by the teacher, Mrs. Suomi, with hand-drawn uteri, advice on not swimming during your “cycle”, and oddly sweet phrases on the bottom of each sheet like “The menstrual cycle is the monthly weeping of a disappointed womb.”
The 70s were a lot of fun; and if you weren’t there, you should’ve been. Sex was recreational and good for the skin! I realize how crass that sounds today, but it certainly worked for me.
Of course, we had misinformation like “You can’t get pregnant the first time”, “You can’t get pregnant if you do it standing up” and my favorite: “If we don’t do it, I’ll get Blue Balls and die”.
But what is The Street for if not to fill your head with ridiculous lies?
In the years since then, by the way, I’ve yet to read of one single case of Blue Balls, let alone a fatal one.
I’m starting to think that guy might’ve been lying to me.
Still, there are now schools in the U.S. that teach abstinence-only sex education; and that makes me laugh.
I like to laugh.
Nature, the driving force behind the parties of our youth, the need to be where the crowd is, the urge to rub up against things without fully knowing why, wants you to have sex in your teen years. Do we really think it wise to advocate an abstinence-only platform? Do we really think that they won’t have sex if they don’t have the words to describe the action or access to birth control?
How about we just tell them all about it, provide them with the information on what it’s about, why we are driven to it and all the reasons we should think about waiting on that urge?
Or would that just be too decadent?
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