Tres Sugar has a post about the book, "The Joy of Sex". If you've seen the original book (it's the one with the two hippies getting it on on the cover), I hope you'll agree that it's pretty hilariously creepy. Now I'm all for sex ed -- especially between couples looking to stoke the flames. And I'll bet the book did a ton of good in that area. But here's the thing: It also scared the heck out of me as a child.
I can't remember how old I was when I was snooping through my parents¹ dresser and discovered it, but needless to say, I was too young. The illustrations were very "of the time," so besides the usual shocks (i.e., whoa...the lady is upside down but the man is...right side up?), the characters had major beard and armpit hair. It definitely gave me a more gritty, earthy view of sex than I'd ever fathomed (although that's not necessarily a bad thing).
It also might help explain why I'm borderline obsessive about hair removal to this day. I've talked to enough friends to know that we all have our own sex-ed-gone-wrong story. Maybe it was bad information we got from a childhood friend, or maybe it was a peek at a dirty magazine, but most of us have a similar funny (or cringe-worthy) memory about how we first learned something (right or wrong) about sex. Jack has his own version and he'll share it tomorrow.
So come on, share yours (oh and try to keep it rated PG -- trust me, you can still get your point across and get us all laughing).
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