Sex ed in school was, I'd say, 80% menstruation, 10% diseases, and 10% drugs.
Pretty much utterly nothing that would help a healthy kid figure out what their urges or their bodies were actually about.
Seriously.... I cannot accept it would have been helpful even for the girls in class to really be able to retrace the "corpus luteum phase," blah blah blah. Does getting quizzed on the plumbing names really do any good for anybody? I can't think of the last time I've had to give any consideration to my Cowper's gland, and I somehow highly doubt that the girls in class felt their stresses alleviated by learning how follicles worked.
When it came to the emotional drive for sex, the rewards of it, the mechanics of it, and the responsibilities needed for it, they didn't give us shit.
The teacher seemed almost perverted in her love for the gory details of STDs, too. I'll never forget the time that she quizzed the guys on which of us had been the first to grow hair on our legs. One guy, early developer and rather cocky, raised his hand. Teacher then said--in front of the whole class--that it was now just so much more likely that he would get some kind of male cancer, probably testicular.
As for my parents, they gave me one of those "How Your Body Works" pop-up books when I was about 8. All full of cross-section internal images with the different colors and the 100% inhuman appearance. Remember in "The Wonder Years" when the gym coach taught about the female reproductive system by drawing the fucking UTERUS AND OVARIES, and the boys thought it was a cow's head? Kind of like that.
Nothing about feelings. Nothing about actually interacting with another live human being to have sex. Nothing a teenager would actually physically see or experience, at all, unless they shrunk down "Fantastic Voyage"-like and watched the precious corpus luteum phase.
Pretty much utterly nothing that would help a healthy kid figure out what their urges or their bodies were actually about.
Seriously.... I cannot accept it would have been helpful even for the girls in class to really be able to retrace the "corpus luteum phase," blah blah blah. Does getting quizzed on the plumbing names really do any good for anybody? I can't think of the last time I've had to give any consideration to my Cowper's gland, and I somehow highly doubt that the girls in class felt their stresses alleviated by learning how follicles worked.
When it came to the emotional drive for sex, the rewards of it, the mechanics of it, and the responsibilities needed for it, they didn't give us shit.
The teacher seemed almost perverted in her love for the gory details of STDs, too. I'll never forget the time that she quizzed the guys on which of us had been the first to grow hair on our legs. One guy, early developer and rather cocky, raised his hand. Teacher then said--in front of the whole class--that it was now just so much more likely that he would get some kind of male cancer, probably testicular.
As for my parents, they gave me one of those "How Your Body Works" pop-up books when I was about 8. All full of cross-section internal images with the different colors and the 100% inhuman appearance. Remember in "The Wonder Years" when the gym coach taught about the female reproductive system by drawing the fucking UTERUS AND OVARIES, and the boys thought it was a cow's head? Kind of like that.
Nothing about feelings. Nothing about actually interacting with another live human being to have sex. Nothing a teenager would actually physically see or experience, at all, unless they shrunk down "Fantastic Voyage"-like and watched the precious corpus luteum phase.