dear internet, let me tell you some things about my public-school-in-georgia sex education.
pictured above is my abstinence til marriage card, given to me in my eighth grade health class. as you can see, i did not sign it, so it is non-binding. they were “optional” but the teacher placed the basket at the front of the class and stared us down. my 13-year-old self had a very brief dilemma between 1. making a stand and not getting one or 2. getting one because it’s fucking hilarious. i am very glad i chose the latter, because as i predicted, this is now something hilarious to show everyone.
that year in health we also learned “how to spot the identifying features of a crack baby” which is literally nothing but lies. we had a system of anonymous questions, and once someone asked “how do i know if i’m a lesbian?” our teacher looked disgusted and she replied “how would i know? i’m not a lesbian!”
EDIT i forgot to mention when she gave these to us she suggested we “cut up our cards together with our husbands on our wedding day” and i remember thinking, fuck if i marry someone from my middle school
the next time i had sex ed in high school it was taught by a dude gym coach who spent the whole time talking about his daughters. the book we were learning from listed “low self-esteem” “stunted social growth” and “depression,” among others, as consequences of premarital sex. at one point, it asked us to fill in the disadvantages of having an abortion. our teacher went, “well, i’m personally against abortion, so we’re just going to skip this section,” which confused me, because it was explicitly asking for an argument against abortion.
the last time i had sex ed it was pretty good and there were free condoms and we got little bottles of lube every time we answered questions, but i don’t think that counts cause it was in an intro to women’s studies class.
in my 8th grade health class we watched this video about abstinence and the slogan was “a condom can’t protect your heart”
Our school made us watch a video with some man talking about how virginity was like a flower and that whenever we had sex with someone we’d give a bit of that flower away. Then when we met someone we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with we’d just be left with a wilted stem and a couple of petals when we should be giving them a whole flower.
I really wish I was joking.
In church they used to tell us that we were like cupcakes and if we were physically intimate with our partners it was like getting the icing licked off, and therefore no one would want you afterwards because no one wants a licked cupcake.
in my sex ed class we did this demonstration where they had this line of kids swish and spit out water and combine the nasty backwash to make this gross concoction as a metaphor for how sex before marriage makes you dirty and gross
fucking public education
I might as well add my church group. We had to open a kiss candy, put it in our mouth, melt it a little bit and then put it back in the wrapper. From their we had to hand it someone else and they explained, “this is what happens when you have sex before marriage. You have to give those dirty leftovers to your spouse.”
In my grade 8 “sex ed” class we all listened to the song “I dreamed a dream” from Les Mis and then the teacher was like THIS IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOU HAVE SEX and I really kind of wanted to do it just to see if I really would become a 19th century French prostitute with a beautiful singing voice
Every time I hear stories like these, I think what the fuck kind of a sex education did you American kids get omfg.
America isn’t even a real country. It literally can’t be.
In fifth grade at the end of the year they separated boys from girls and showed us videos that told us what we could expect from our bodies in the coming years. Then they just forgot about it as if it hadn’t happened. All of us where so confused, like all of us little ten and eleven year old wondering what the heck a vagina or a penis was because these videos where shit from the 90s. Then in eighth grade the only sex ed class was given to those who where failing class, like if you had missing assignments or had a grade lover than a D in any class, at lunch you had to sit in this room with about 20 other kids and listen to this sex ed lecture, they didn’t even split us up. I’m pretty sure if my mom hadn’t been there to answer all my questions I’d still think my vagina was a flower, a penis was some type of fertilizing hose, and a period was a time of the moth where I had to resist temptation from Satan. Sooo yeah go American Sex Ed classes:) not
Harry Potter fandom is a many splendored and yet frightening thing— a thing of beauty and of terror. For me, it was the one reliable source of joy and angst throughout adolescence. Although I long ago gave up reading and writing HP fanfiction, I ‘shipped’ the characters of Professor Lupin and Sirius Black for a decade of my life. Second only to my love of Ron/Hermione, they were my favorite couple of the series, and I actively believed that it was a canon ship for almost half of my time on this planet. From 2003 until last Wednesday, when Pottermore released JKR’s Lupin backstory, I was fairly hardcore about convincing other people that it was intentional subtext, that it added a depth to the Marauders’ backstory, that it was the best and most tragic relationship you could read into the series— sadder even than Grindelwald/Dumbledore. To have been wrong about that is of course not a huge deal in the big scheme of things, but that whole story was a huge part of my love of the series, and after its death at the hands of author notes, I want to pay ample tribute to what it was by contextualizing why I am grieving the story I thought I knew.
So I wrote what was supposed to be a summary of my feelings in a journal last week, and it mutated into a psychotic essay on the nature of literature and pretty much everything I love about it. That story is under the cut. Be forewarned that there is heavy use of melodramatic capitalization, as I was unabashedly channeling a 14-year-old me.
I completely get what your trying to say….and I’m a little miffed about it too. But I think what JKR was going for was the whole ‘even in darkness there is light’ thing, she gave everyone left alive a happily ever after. I think that she thought she had tortured her precious characters enough, she wanted to give them some peace. I also think that with the society we live in that parents wouldn’t have accepted a book where there where queer characters at the time, I mean she didn’t tell us Dumbledore was gay until HBP came out in movie form. I feel like she did what she could with what she had. I feel like if she could she would have had more queer characters with relationships, and whose to say she didn’t and those edits where rejected? What I’m really trying to say is that I get what your saying, but it all really comes down to what JKR could write and get published, and what she couldn’t.
Gordon Ramsay doesn’t care about your gender, race, or creed. All he cares about is that you can cook.
The contestant, Christine, is blind, and he lets her know exactly what he thinks of her dish.
OMG I was preparing myself to be enraged by him making some horrible comment but now I’m crying in Starbucks GOD DAMMIT
Christ I am not okay with these fEELINGS
That’s so cute I wanna cry
Is there a Gordon Ramsay fan base on this site??? And where can i join???
Spoilers, she won. Her cookbook is on sale now.
Also, this is the very first apple pie she ever made.
Also, can we please take notice OF HOW HE DESCRIBES IT FOR HER? Ramsay was extremely conscious during the entire season that she would require different tactics than the other contestants; this was not the only time he became her eyes, nor the only time he did things like that scrape of the knife so she could actually have a sense of her work.
And if you really want to bawl like a baby? During final four or final three, I forget which, the remaining contestants got photos from home. Christine’s husband sent their wedding photo—which she had never seen. Ramsay paused before starting the challenge to describe to her not only her husband—the look of love and joy on his face—but also herself as a bride, so she could see in her mind how the two of them looked together on their wedding day.
It was extremely obvious nobody had ever thought to do that before.
This man should be a fucking icon not just for his cooking, but for how he treats those who are different. During the same season he asked a handsome young man, making conversation during auditions, if he had a girlfriend. The man responded that he was gay. Ramsay, without missing a beat: “I’m sorry. Have you got a boyfriend, then?” No drama, no “oh my GOSH! You’re GAY? TOKEN CHARACTER :DDDD” just a very quick, simple whoops-my-mistake and the corrected inquiry. And then he never brought it up again! It was just a thing he learned, getting to know a contestant.
Yes, he can be harsh on MasterChef and downright cruel on Hell’s Kitchen (although if you were a sous chef and you served me raw pork that was not pork tartare, I’d scream too). But he’s not an ogre; he’s a polite man with a gigantic heart who simply happens to take no shit from those who should know better.
Its ok, I just have a tree branch in my eye.
Gordon Ramsay is and always has been one of my favorite people on the planet.
On his original show from the UK, I had never seen him be unreasonably rude or nasty to people. He can be harsh, but you can tell he does it to get people moving in the right direction, as well as for his love of the business. I really like watching him (tho TBH I’ve never watched Hell’s Kitchen or Master Chef).