@CalamityJane,
Nobody ever told me anything about it Cal and look how I've turned out. I'm putty in the hands of most women. I sometimes listen to the most atrocious drivel putting on an air as if I'm listening to it intently and with great interest. In my younger days I was more stiff and formal. I actually used to listen.
I have been told that I was the answer to a woman's prayer. And so I should be according to evolutionary principles. You lot do do the choosing don't you? Well then?? It stands to reason. You lot designed us. Why would you not design a chap who is the answer to your prayers. That stands to reason too. We don't all look like the linemen in the NFL because it would be no good to women if we did. That rule wouldn't apply bisexually in the case of the cheer-leaders.
The Colts cheerleaders were shown on our News today. There will be a lot of normal men at the Superbowl I presume if it hasn't got too strong a social cachet aspect yet.
Hence any normal chap is the answer to your prayers. You could say it's what "cool" means. They used to do that Clint Eastwood thing when I came in the pub. Modelling yourself on W.C. Fields rather than Dick van Dyke. And normal means being like other male organisms in the Darwinian canon except with intelligence pooled and applied and going fast. Imagine your Gothic forbears seeing you now gliding down the slopes in your wheels and stopping off at the pharmacy on your way to a pedicure. Fast as that. A mere 500 years.
Anyway--sex education--I just picked it up as I went along. It sort of grew on me at a rate commensurate with my interest. When my mother warned my Auntie Phylis, who wasn't a real auntie actually, to be careful not to burn her ration book when she had her skirt up and her bottom warming near the fire I never even wondered what it meant. At some point I did pick up what it did mean. I'm glad I didn't pick up what some supposed well-meaning adult had said it all meant. I'll have the peer group anytime. The sporty element especially. The secret smokers. Late risers.
One might say, to be a bit fanciful, that the fussy nanny has a secret fear of getting anything wrong in the upbringing of children because of the shame attached to such a thing and that in doing so she gets everything wrong because that is a selfish motive which is inappropriate in the case.
Hence all the heartsearching. It is a dilemma. From Summerhill to N.Korea.
I'm against lessons, talks, head-to heads, come into the library sons--I have something to say to you stuff I'm afraid.
Still-some people have to have driving lessons so I suppose it's the modern way. In some parts at least. Those parts where there is so little that one needs to do that heartsearching might be all there is left.
Moidering I call it.