As a follow up to the Hoo-Haa Monologues, I bring you these items:
Exhibit A: another person afraid to have a frank conversation about basic biology with his daughter tries to ban plastic body parts that dangle from cars.
“Washington County Sheriff’s deputy Matthew Bragunier figures that he sees, at least once a day, fake bull genitals flopping from the hitches of pickup trucks….”My daughter’s going to see this,” he said. “She’s going to ask what this is. I don’t want to be put in that spot. I don’t think I ever want to be in that spot.”
The bill is very broad, banning all depictions of nude anatomy. A similar bill in Arizona was narrowly defeated. And look, the usual explanation:
“Ableser said parents driving their children around town have complained that youngsters who spy a mud flap with an image will ask a parent to explain.”
Exhibit B: Schools ban book with the word Scrotum in it.
The wonderful irony of this is that in the context of the story, the word is overheard by a 10yr old, who thinks the word “sounded medical and important, but also secret.” And if school librarians have anything to do with it, it will stay secret.
People. It’s BIOLOGY. What is so bad about children knowing the names for body parts? Or knowing that a stork doesn’t bring the kiddies on a cabbage leaf?
I taught introductory biology at two different universities, and a human biology section was always a part of the class. Year after year, students failed utterly to be able to label the male and female anatomy. At. College. Level.
I actually had one student label the prostate gland as a uterus–even though there were conspicuous dangly bits in front of and below it. The majority of students couldn’t label the female external genitalia at all. Especially the clitoris. (This may explain a great deal for some of you.)
I am not really sure if they thought they knew it all already, or were just too embarrassed to look at the pictures in our text book. Certainly several students would complain each year that they thought that section was inappropriate, and if it had to be taught, should be taught in sex-segregated sections.
I don’t understand why Americans are so hung up on sex, and so afraid of the body. Even the Song of Solomon had some raunchy bits.