Did we ever hear tales of the birds and the bees as a child? Or did our parents consider religion class and giggly naive teenage chitchats to be adequate sex education lessons?
I believe I learned about, as Alex in A Clockwork Orange puts it, “the old in-out, in-out” from a combination of factors. Reading sneakily through Cosmopolitan subscriptions my mother got for free when I was in elementary school, staring at a couple of copulating dogs a cousin hilariously deemed as “porno”, excessive reading, giggly naive teenage chitchats, movies, biology classes, hormones and the ensuing “insting hewani”, sex ed class in junior high, in which I eagerly asked my counseling teacher, “What’s an orgasm?” Charming.
All those and a whole lot of other things, but one thing for sure is that my parents never discussed any of the matter directly. Good thing I turned out fine, yes a bit filthy, but fine. So has many, though not all, of the people I know.
So do we really need sex ed? And in what form?