I raised one boy 90 percent by myself and two step-children through their younger years. As a seasoned journalist, who doesn’t scare easily, I am absolutely floored by the change in how teachers taught sex ed today compared to how they taught it when I was in fifth grade.
I remember being separated from the opposite sex into two groups. All the red-checked ducklings in our group giggled over into Ms. Proper’s classroom, not knowing what to expect.
The other red-faced, mini-men waddled reluctantly over to Mr. Macho’s classroom to learn the mysteries of something I still have yet to figure out.
This was all kept quite secret and still, to this day, I have no idea what was discussed in Mr. Macho’s classroom.
To spare the details, all that was discussed in Ms. Proper’s classroom were the mechanics of becoming a woman. It wasn’t exciting as one might think, but she got the job done. We figured the rest out through a mixture of gossip, pictures and Miranda, the girl who was at least two years older, had immigrated from Greece and was simply a sex goddess in our eyes as she knew all about the mysteries of the unknown. I think she might have even smoked cigarettes.
I was still pondering the latest Barbie purchase I had just made and whether I would take it camping with me or not.
So, as an adult, when my children began receiving notices that they would start learning about the ins and outs (no puns intended) about sex beginning in the fourth grade, I was incensed. I called the office only to be told that children start much earlier these days and with the sexual predators out there, “You just never know,” I was told by the office assistant. “Parents are the last to know about these things!”
I signed the waiver, even against the protest of my own son, and thought maybe the office assistant had a point.
One of my step-children was a girl whose behavior mimicked a 25-year-old. I had mental photographs of her pregnant at 15 if I didn’t at least attempt the education side of the issue.
The news that has recently surfaced, however, has me in a spin.
Reportedly, a student at Western Nevada College in Carson City is suing on of her instructor, alleging her civil rights had been violated in a human sexuality class.
In the suit filed in U.S. District Court, Karen Royce — who is 60 years old — claims her instructor crossed the line, assigning his students to increase their self-pleasure-type routine and to draw pictures of their orgasms.
First, what does an orgasm look like? That would be my question. I know I am blond, but I would be the one person in class to be brave enough to ask this question.
My second question would be, “Have you refilled your pharmaceuticals lately?”
But that’s another issue.
The student, obviously took this offensively and straight to court.
What was wrong with sticking to the birds and the bees? Do we really need to go into what an orgasm looks like? This is such a typical “man” question (I know I am being extremely horrible here by bunching all men into one category. Some men don’t even care if female orgasms exist.)
This teacher, apparently, also asked students to do a case study on themselves. The project began with a sex history, including a directive to reveal any instances of abuse. I also mentioned sexual values, arousal, patterns and weird issues, such as fetishes.
What would that be? Turn the light off … my underwear doesn’t match?
The suit seeks $150,000 in damages, citing extreme emotional distress and humiliation, and age, gender as it relates to discrimination, according to a Carson City newspaper.
Royce reportedly asked for an alternative assignment, as these issues brought up terrible memories for the 60-year-old, but the teacher, Tom Kubistant, refused.
I am shocked by this entire scenario. My question would be — is the instructor, Kubistant, planning to read the results of these assignments? Wouldn’t that be creepy in itself? What business is it of his? That alone is weird and obnoxious. What happens to these assignments once they are turned in? Do they get published?
I’m no prude, at least I try not to be. I am Republican. But when did this sexual revolution become so far and wide that it has reached into the classrooms of fourth-graders and into the assignments of 60-year-old college students?
At some point, privacy becomes an issue. All our children need to know are the basics — how to protect themselves from the bad stuff out there, how to be careful and how to take the act sensitively.
It seems instructors have taken this issue far beyond the borders of what should have stayed private and intimate, making the issue something that is acceptable enough that some teenagers find it OK to treat it the same as doing homework or going out for ice cream.
I hope someday, with the help of common sense, the nation can wrangle this issue back a few notches and bring some bit of reality back into our classrooms.
Jill Lufrano is a reporter at the Sparks Tribune. He can be reached at email@example.com.