Part of the way through Are You There, God? Itâs Me, Margaret I made the mistake of asking a girl in my class what a âperiodâ was. I then endured months of humiliation, sometimes from guys who, I now think, didnât really know either. This was in sixth grade, and I didnât get a comprehensive explanation until 10th grade when I took an anatomy class that used a college textbook.
Yeah, I would have liked an education that spared me all the humiliation, but I also wish it could have just been addressed as a fact of life, and not something shameful.
Start with Kids in the Hall:
While theyâre at it they could also throw in some education about male reproductive equipment as thereâs pretty much universal ignorance about that too.
Agreed. Basically, educate boys and girls about both boy and girl bodies.
I never thought they were funny.
I donât think this idea would go over well with certain segments of our society âŚ
I remember getting a very brief description of periods and cycles in a 6th grade boyâs assembly. Early 70s. And the little birds-and-bees book my parents gave me a year or two earlier had something about cycles too.
Now, hereâs the weird thing. There was no let-on about the nature of the âflow.â So as a ten year old I imagined this horrific ichor. Maybe bubbling and green.
It wasnât until one of the ladies of the house left a used napkin out on the radiator cover next to the toilet, and I realized: âAh . . . itâs blood coming out of there.â
Iâm an old Vulcan so I thought these stories of ignorance werenât true anymore. But apparently not.
In grade school they separated the girls and the boys and while the boys went out and played dodge ball, the girls saw the movie, âBecoming a Womanâ or something like that.
When they came back we asked what it was about, 'None of your business!" they shouted and laughed at us.
I learned later that some people at the school wanted to stop showing that movie about periods to the girls because they thought they were too young and it might âgive them ideasâ Right, as if they would be out menstruating promiscuously before they were ready.
My source of information were womanâs magazines. (Thank you Redbook!) and the box with the pamphlet âYour First Periodâ that Kotex sent to my mother for my sisters. I learned about how to insert a tampon and how to wear a pad. Not information that I personally needed, but still good to know.
But what I didnât get was the info about what the experience was like until after college while driving from Nor Cal to So Cal on a long road trip with 3 woman friends. I wish that I had gotten that kind of info in high school. It made me see woman and people and not as some kind of strange creatures whose experiences were unfathomable to men.
Wait, so itâs NOT the same as hemorrhoids?
As a young woman educated in Texas public schools, I definitely agree that a pretty significant portion of society (at least in my sexually bass-ackwards state) would be opposed to this.
In 5th grade, all the girls and boys were corralled into separate rooms to watch separate videos about our respective sexâs reproductive systems and puberty, but there was no mention of what the other sex was experiencing. And, naturally, there were no helpful tips on how NOT to get pregnant for the females, just âhey, you can get pregnant now, FYI. Hereâs a diagram of the female reproductive system made of pancake batter.â
That (and some cultural taboos/acceptances among different ethnic groups in my district) was probably part of why so many girls in my grade became pregnant around the age of 16 and ended up in âalternative school,â or not in school at all.
But Dog forbid we should educate gals about how not to get pregnant (even though we have the highest rate of teenage pregnancy in the country). No, Dog wouldnât like us to teach teenagers how to protect themselves: that should be left up to parents (who also have not had great sex ed experiences, if theyâve had them at all, and who tend to be in denial about teenagersâ sex lives)âŚ
Okay, Iâm getting down off my soap box, now.
Hey, you never know when an evil super-scientist will bathe your city with his MenstruoRay, resulting in all citizens running to the drug store to stock up on Protection.
(The one time I used a pad was in a sock, over a blister on my foot.)
I agree that throughout history there has been lots of completely misogynist shaming and fear around menstruation, especially from less educated and extremely religious cultures. What I donât understand though is the authors assertion that being grossed out by a used tampon is somehow indicative of deeply rooted cultural sexism.
I think most people have a innate aversion to blood, especially from other people. I wouldnât really appreciate it if my coworker had a bloody nose and left used bloody tissues all over the work place. I can be displeased by that without thinking said coworker is unclean and must be banished to a well.
And yes, I know itâs not a gushing font of blood.
This isnât a thing of the past. There are still religions that consider a woman on her period to be unclean and a potential hazard for anybody around her. Something to be ashamed of, because the superior men in the culture donât have to go through it.
My mom volunteered for the parent committee evaluating prospective sex ed materials for the local school district back in the '90s, and sheâs still laughing/appalled at that film 20 years later.
But I distinctly recall learning about female reproduction and menstruation in public elementary/middle school sex ed in the 1980s in Michigan - I wasnât aware teaching about the opposite sexâs plumbing wasnât part of the curriculum everywhere.
Glad to be in menopause!
I think I was in about 5th grade when our class went through sex ed (this was in Indiana, around 1989/1990). Both genders got equal class time, and I left knowing pretty thoroughly what was going on with both sides of the equation. When did schools stop doing that? On a related note, I wish I could look back in time and see those class sessions play out, because I remember the teachers sharing some over-our-heads comments and jokes among themselves about the material, which in retrospect Iâd probably find pretty hilarious.
Yeah I know. I meant âthroughout historyâ as in âvirtually every time including today.â Shouldâa been more clear.
The author didnât open with a story about a young girl shamed and oppressed by fundamentalist religion because of the natural consequences of puberty. It was two teenagers in a prank war, one of whom was very displeased to find a quantity of (simulated) biological waste in his locker because sexism(?).
I still havenât come to terms with the idea that women go to the toilet.
Rather than just teaching boys about the mechanics, I wish we (men) would have been taught about mood swings, hormones, the phases of menstruation, and how long they last. That would help both sides I think. I had a pre-med female friend teach this to me in college cause she wanted to help me get laid by teaching me that all women ovulate exactly 9.5 days after the end of mood phase II. She figured I could time my date requests to better effect if I learned a girlâs schedule.
