They put on “Kids” and said if you want to live that life here’s how you’ll end up.
lol. don’t do drugs. sex does not exist.
I see you also recieved the universal basic education.
that was parents. I was lucky enough that the public education system went through the parts and disease and pregnancy and birth control and disease prevention. Kinda funny though as they never really get into the sex act. Even the catholic junior high I went to covered the parts and how babies were made but did not talk about birth control except none are guaranteed so celibacy is the only sure way to not get pregnant/impregnate or get disease. They also seperated girls and boys for the class.
“Everybody who does marihuana ends up doing hard drugs!” - my mother, social worker.
Yeah, sex doesn’t exist.
Holy shit we can edit titles here. I got to fix a typo; what a dream. Fuck Reddit.
Haha welcome to the fediverse, glad you’re enjoying it.
Lemmy legitimately does just have an incrementally better design, besides just being free and non-enshittifiable.
(Except “under the hood”, where it’s a bit of a mess)
what’s wrong under the hood?
I don’t code so idk the deep dive but from what I’ve seen from the people who run my instance, there’s a lot of features missing and sometimes updates break things.
When I was about 15, my grandma told me “If you don’t want her to be a mommy, always remember to wrap your salami.”
That was about it, and yes, it was as strange as it sounds.
My Mom once said to me, “Be good, but if you can’t be good, be careful.”
Having sex before marriage is a sin. Defiling your body is a sin. Repeat ad infinitum.
Did you grow up to defile your body and sin?
My dad said I was your age once too. I know telling you not to do it is pointless. When you do things, don’t be an idiot about it. Trust the people you’re with, don’t do too much, don’t drive, and Jesus Christ if you’re in a situation where you need to call me at 3am you better call me. Am I going to be irritated I got woken up? Yeah but, I’ll get over that. I can’t fix you being dead.
My Mom did the sex talk. Don’t really remember it but, it resulted in birth control 2 years before I even stated dating so I was safe.
My dad told me we were going to talk about sex. I asked him what he wanted to know. That was the end of the conversation.
You did a dad joke on your dad. Impressive
He sure showed that mother fucker.
Never spoke about sex, on drugs my dad said “I would come bail you out of jail if you murdered someone, but if you got caught with drugs you’re on your own.”
Weird fuckin values.
My mom was pretty open about trying weed in college. She told me she would rather me smoke weed than cigarettes, which she did not appreciate me reminding her of when she caught me smoking weed.
Sex wasn’t a topic we really discussed, but it wasn’t something taboo. When I was 11 she got me a book on puberty and told me to ask her if I had any questions. I didn’t need to because she did her research and got a good book.
Although she did get me a Playboy subscription when I was 16. I always forget about that. My dad had it cancelled. He also tried to give me “the talk” when I was 23.
23? Ouch.
The parents were probably ready for grandkids.
My dad took me for a drive when I was 15. Awkwardly asked if I knew about women. I lied and said yes. He was visibly relieved. That was the end of it.
My wife and I made sure our kids had multiple sex talks, quizzed them about scenarios (especially involving STDs and consent), and gave them starter 3-packs of condoms.
We’re not leaving things to chance. We also factored the future therapy bills into the equation.
The principal of my small-town high school heard kids talking about pump jack parties. He thought we were going out to a pump jack to get drunk and ride the pump jacks. Apparently, in his day, that’s what kids did. He brought in a guest speaker from a local oilfield company to talk to the senior students about the dangers of doing that.
We were dumbfounded by the talk because none of us had ever thought to ride a pump jack. What we called a pump jack party was just when a specific couple parked their car in the country to have sex.
Older people in the community have since confirmed that riding pump jacks was indeed a thing.
Older people in the community have since confirmed that riding pump jacks was indeed a thing.
it was and it was insanely stupid and fun. imagine trying to get on one of those carnival rides at the local fair, while it’s running.
back road fuckin was pretty fun too, though much harder to find a partner.
My parents said that they would let me drink under their supervision once I turned 16. I didn’t take them up on the offer because i wasn’t interested. Any time my Mom lit a cigarette I would start talking about how bad it was for her. So they never felt a need to talk to me about other drugs. Eventually when I waa 20 I let a girl talk me into drinking with her at her place when her parents were out of town, and she’s my wife now.
For sex, my parents were like “you talked about that stuff in school right? You know to use protection?” And I was like, “yeah I’m good”.
I was a responsible youth, the one in the friend group always thinking about the consequences and long-term effects of actions. My parents knew they didn’t have to worry about me.
There wasn’t any, they just signed the sex education and DARE forms schools sent home with me and left it up to government and pigs.
Sex education was decent, I recall two courses. One in elementary and another in high school. DARE was as useless as everyone already says, so no need to elaborate I think.
All I know is plastic wrap is not the same as a condom. Also don’t forget it after getting the wendys.
no drug talk; my mother sat me down at age ten and gave me such a dry, clinical description of intercourse that I had no idea what she was talking about. It wasn’t until a few years later when I was reading books with some mildly steamy sex scenes that it hit me: “–oh! This was what mom was talking about.”
