It’s colorful what has passed for sex education in Texas.
My classroom experience involving anything resembling sex education left me two memories. One involved an upper lip, the other a watermelon.
It was 1970 and I was in my seventh-grade class. Girls had been separated from the boys, and the physical education teacher at Truman Junior High in the Edgewood Independent School District had the task of terrorizing us.
The class must have covered more than what I remember, but this is what remains: The teacher spoke of what it was like to have a baby. She had had one, so she spoke from experience. She compared having sex, and thus getting pregnant and thus having a baby, to taking one’s upper lip and pulling it over one’s head, all the way back to the nape of one’s neck.
She offered another vivid description that compared giving birth