These days, thanks to spread of AIDS, sexually transmitted diseases and teenage pregnancy, a youngster can't help but not have a well-rounded knowledge of sex. At least I hope so. Back in the days of my unbridled youth, we had sex education in the 8th grade. It was probably the most boring class I'd ever experienced. I think the teacher tasked with imparting on us her knowledge of sex was not entirely comfortable with the challenge placed before her. And a lot of us students, late bloomers that we were, spent the next hour or so giggling and cracking jokes than actually trying to learn something. Such is the risk of gaining a knowledge of sex.
Come to think of it, it really wasn't a knowledge of sex, or sex education 101. It was a class on the "Human Reproductive System". So while many of us harbored curiosity about the fundamentals of an orgasm, or if masturbation really would make you go blind, we were instead taught how babies were made. Not an altogether bad thing to teach, but not what we were expecting and hoping for either.
I think my knowledge of sex had more to do with a fling I had with a married woman than any class I took in grade school. Fortunately for me, I had a woman with time on her hands and ideas in head - of what she wanted. I was more than happy to learn also. So my knowledge of sex steadily grew on weekday afternoons when her husband was away building high-rise apartments. My knowledge of sex grew exponentially from "stick this in here" to "stick your tongue there". If only all learning was so interactive, I'd probably have an MBA by now. I don't think I was too caught up in the moral value of what was happening. How could I worry about the societal views of what I was doing, when this woman's head was bobbing up and down on my abdomen half the time?
And that, ladies and gentlemen is what is wrong with classes such as Sex Ed 101. I'm not sure what they're teaching kids these days, but I know teenagers want to learn and should learn about proper contraception and taking the pill, whether we as parents want our children to learn such things or not. We need to worry less about the societal views of sex and think more about the realities of sex. Heck, our kids are going to do it anyway. We might as well make sure they know what they're doing. That way our sons won't get confused. And our daughters won't get pregnant.
I'll never forget one of the more impressive words of wisdom my father imparted on me one day. I was getting dressed, and he walked by and mumbled sheepishly, "always remember your socks serve more than one purpose". Now what the heck did that mean? What else do you use your socks for anyway, other than put them on your feet? So, in a confused state I sought out that font of higher learning when it came to sex - my older brother. "A sock?" he grumbled. "Beats the heck out of me..." So there you have it. Two generations of males and neither of them knows what the other is talking about. Thank goodness I had the arms of a married woman to fall back on.
I can only hope my daughter learns things in the right way and in a way that respects her dignity. I can only hope that when it's her turn to take Sex Ed 101, they teach more than where babies come from.