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katydidnot:

dear internet, let me tell you some things about my public-school-in-georgia sex education.

pictured above is my abstinence til marriage card, given to me in my eighth grade health class. as you can see, i did not sign it, so it is non-binding. they were “optional” but the teacher placed the basket at the front of the class and stared us down. my 13-year-old self had a very brief dilemma between 1. making a stand and not getting one or 2. getting one because it’s fucking hilarious. i am very glad i chose the latter, because as i predicted, this is now something hilarious to show everyone.

that year in health we also learned “how to spot the identifying features of a crack baby” which is literally nothing but lies. we had a system of anonymous questions, and once someone asked “how do i know if i’m a lesbian?” our teacher looked disgusted and she replied “how would i know? i’m not a lesbian!”

EDIT i forgot to mention when she gave these to us she suggested we “cut up our cards together with our husbands on our wedding day” and i remember thinking, fuck if i marry someone from my middle school

the next time i had sex ed in high school it was taught by a dude gym coach who spent the whole time talking about his daughters. the book we were learning from listed “low self-esteem” “stunted social growth” and “depression,” among others, as consequences of premarital sex. at one point, it asked us to fill in the disadvantages of having an abortion. our teacher went, “well, i’m personally against abortion, so we’re just going to skip this section,” which confused me, because it was explicitly asking for an argument against abortion.

the last time i had sex ed it was pretty good and there were free condoms and we got little bottles of lube every time we answered questions, but i don’t think that counts cause it was in an intro to women’s studies class.

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hawkwind-valhalla:

wattsworth:

ew

damn. i don’t really care for Rihanna, but they don’t have to put her on blast.

I read these so called lyrics and think one thing: So she rejected you? And now your ego is bruised and you want the world to know you could not keep her. You could not make her stay and play the game you wanted. You a so-called grown ass man whinying through insults about a woman who has by all accounts moved on. She’s not your wife. She is not beholden to you. She owes you nothing. If she hit and quit it then be thankful. No need to call yourself putting her on blast, begrudging her freedom because you have it in your head that she owes you more than you actually got. I knew there was a reason I was not impressed with either man. Bullshyte like this is why. To Rihanna I’d say: Quit scraping the bottom of the social barrel. You could do better. And if slumming is your thing at least get someone who can keep their whinying to a minimum.

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