Joined up thinking needed in providing sex education

The very notion that our young people are hopelessly ill-informed on the age-old business of sex education is really quite staggering in this the era of immediate communication.

A survey conducted among Scottish teenagers, suggests they are just as poorly prepared for coping with the opposite sex as my generation were back in the 1950’s.

I actually don’t believe this for a minute, for were it to indeed be even partially true, we would have a bunch of feckless, but fearless youngsters not fit to enter the world of meaningful inter-personal relationships.

My own sex education consisted of learning the hard way, as the very idea of my father teaching me about the birds and the bees would have been laughable, though my mother who knew something about these things would caution me each weekend with a terse “now you be careful.”

But then she would ruin her case by expressing horror when she found condoms in a jacket, carelessly left for inspection.

I sometimes wonder how I ever grew up to be a responsible adult with any knowledge of the opposite sex who, even in those days of trial and error, were much more street wise than we gormless males. When a girl said no in the 50’s you could be sure she meant it.

Apparently most guys now believe this not to be the case, believing as they do she is only kidding. In truth, the onus has always been on the so-called weaker sex.

Weaker sex be blowed, as anyone who went three rounds with Bertha Peddie on a Saturday night in my native Scottish Borders would tell you.

So in an attempt to save our youth from a world of teenage misery, let’s have some joined up thinking involving parents and even teachers in bringing our youngsters the real truth about sexual relationships. Would this be too much to ask?

It certainly beats the kind of sex education doled out to those poor souls who had to endure two years of military national service, but that tale is for those who were there to tell themselves.

Black marks to all you bus travellers who upon taking your seat, immediately plonk your bag on the adjoining seat, defying anyone to even think about sitting next to you.

A decidedly anti-social act, and dare I say it, the principal offenders are women of all age groups who seem to think the very idea of having to share a seat is beneath them.

The body language tells all, as they stiffen when you hesitate next to the space they dare you to invade, not that they will ever look you in the eye. Making eye contact would serve to weaken their case, or so it would seem. So give it a miss ladies, you know it makes sense.