Thursday, November 20, 2008

Porn

No, actually, I don't really like it, so if you were hoping to see some, you might as well click something else.

I have alluded before to my grade-school health class. What happened was this. At the age of ten, when it had not yet even occurred to me to wonder where babies come from (as the youngest in the family, I had little to no experience of babies, so why would I wonder about them?), I was informed that I, along with the rest of my fifth-grade class were about to FIND OUT. So twice a week, every week, for the next two years, we were informed about all of the, er, ins and outs of sex. By comparison, art class happened once a week. And music once every two weeks.

The man who taught this class was, well, a bit of a perv, actually. He had slides. Lots and lots and lots of slides of naked women. Which he showed us, repeatedly. And there were movies. And quizzes.

To this day, I find porn of any sort stupid and pointless and booooooring.

Kind of like..... Algebra.

2 comments:

Sarahlynn said...

Algebra I use in my daily life as a stay at home mom and non-technical writer.

But that sex class? CRAZY.

Barb McMahon said...

I sometimes use geometry. The art classes came in much handier....