Alice Dreger sat in on her son’s sex-ed class, tucked away in a back corner, where she could live-tweet the whole thing. The class was worse than I could have ever imagined: it was story-telling about how pre-marital sex is awful and dangerous and will screw your life up and you’ll end up with a disease and a baby.
You know what’s going to happen? Those kids will experience sex at some point, discover that it is absolutely wonderful and fun, and they’ll realize, maybe, that what they were taught was a lie, so they’ll do it over and over again. Unfortunately, they will have absorbed the shame and guilt, so when they grow up and have children of their own, they’ll send them off to school and demand that they also be taught how wicked sex is, to ameliorate some of that guilt.
And so it goes.
We’ve learned nothing in the last century or so. I ran across this letter about Victorian sex problems.
Don’t you just want to hop in your time machine and tell this poor guy to relax, enjoy his time with the lady, and everything will get better with practice and cooperation?
The standard Victorian regime of diet and exercise does sound rather interesting, though.