Parents, hear my plea: what your children learn about sexuality needs to come from you, because what they're getting in the classroom and on the playground, it ain't cutting it.
Recently the California State Board of Education adopted a new policy regarding sex ed in their public school system:
"...fifth graders will learn about sexually transmitted diseases; middle school kids will learn about the physical and mental anguish of sexual assaults; high school teens will learn about the morning-after pill and condoms."
Planned Parenthood's Vince Hall likes the new curriculum's holistic approach, "It focuses not just on sexuality as a single item but it discusses healthy relationships, it discusses dealing with alcohol and drug abuse, and it talks about the ways all of those different challenges for our young people are interconnected."
Okay, so now sexual assault is a "different challenge" our young people are facing? What. the. hell... Does no one see how sinister the darkening path of rationalism down which we travel truly is? Normalizing these behaviors, be it premature sexual activity in pre-teens, sexual assault on the playground and in the halls of middle schools, or chemical abortions for promiscuous highschoolers, sends one message and one message only to our kids: Well if you're gonna do it anyway, at least be safe about it.
Except here's the thing, safe sex is a big, fat oxymoron. And it's killing our kids to hear otherwise from the big, fat, moronic adults in their lives. We do them no favors by condemning them to a life of lessons learned "the hard way" or "by necessary experience."
If this is an acceptable and even applaudable parenting style, well then, desiring the very best for my eventual children, I intend to encourage my toddler to eat that and put her finger there and jump off of that, because the last thing I want to do is repress her by my authoritarian suppositions to know and to desire her greatest good.
That being said, if she does want to stick her finger in that electrical socket, well, then as long as she slips on a pair of protective class O electrical gloves first. Not just occasionally, but each and every time she puts her finger in the socket. After all, that's the only way to make absolutely certain she won't get hurt.
Unless, of course, I were to presume to make a judgement on her behavior, deem it unsafe and unacceptable, and dissuade her by any means available to me as her parent from engaging in said unacceptable behavior. Because I am her parent. And because I love her. And because as long as I live, I (along with her father) have been singularly entrusted with her care and upbringing by our mutual Creator, who is probably keeping tabs on the job I'm doing.
And like any other job, parenting has its ups and downs, its days of glory and its nights of terror and tribulation. But unlike any other job, in parenting the worst case scenario does not involve a pink slip, but a death sentence, an immortal soul in peril.
I speak to my future self as much as to any parents who read these words, but your children depend on you for their lives for 9 months before birth, and for the rest of their time on earth following. Don't let them down by buying into the "experience-based," relativistic-anything-goes mentality that our culture exalts... if you know the truth, for God's sake, and for your children's, speak it.