I grew up in a time before AIDS. The big threats about premarital sex were pregnancy and gaining a reputation as a slut. Having sex with someone couldn’t kill you, just your reputation.
From personal experience, I can tell you that anything that’s made mysterious and avoided will inspire curiosity in the young. With me, that happened with marijuana, which I didn’t like, thank goodness. But in my day, you couldn’t spread a naked photo around the world with the click of a button.
People are hysterical over the new sex-ed curriculum introduced this week by the Wynne government. Knowledge is power and learning the real names of body parts, what it means to give consent and that once you send a photo, it’s no longer under your control, are good things in my view. I also don’t understand the point of rallying against the course at Queen’s Park (other than political grandstanding) because parents can simply take their children out of the class if they’re so horrified. They can do that with any class. And I’m a little horrified with Conservative MPP Monte McNaughton, whom I’ve always known to be a rational and nice guy, allegedly alluding to Wynne’s sexual orientation (she’s gay, if you don’t know) as a reason why she should not govern sex-ed. He later clarified his comments as meaning no Premier should guide Ontario kids about sex-ed and called the Liberals defensive for suggesting he was homophobic. Next time, say Premier, not Kathleen Wynne, Monte.
Anytime humans deal more with reality than a lack of truth, you’ll find me there showing support.