Archive for August, 2014

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On sex education for 7 year olds in UK schools

The BBC reports that Sex education should start at seven, Lib Dems say.

Of course 7 year old kids should get sex education at school; puberty is from 8 years old for girls, 9 for boys.

The whole point of education is to prepare kids for life, so you have to tell them about stuff first (hint: that’s what “prepare” means.)

Sex education results in fewer sexually transmitted diseases and fewer unwanted pregnancies. This is not only good for the people involved, but is better for the whole nation – which makes it excellent public policy.

However, “parents will retain the right to pull children under 15 out of sex education lessons” according to the Daily Mail. Why? Do we let them take kids out of Maths or Geography classes?

There should be no opt-out from parents trying to foist their religion or sexual hangups onto their children. Education > indoctrination.

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Standards ‘n’ all that jazz

French joke corner

Heard about the French chef who killed himself? He lost the huile d’olive.

Video corner

“Coders and hackers, ready to change the world, and the hackathon is the perfect place. But things don’t always go as planned…” by @ourmaninjapan

The fruitful lady of dawn

I really enjoy Brian Patten’s love poetry; he writes of joy and sadness and how the two can mingle, while never using words that you wouldn’t hear in an everyday conversation. He’s the only living poet whose works I regularly raid for my song lyrics. So when my battered old copy of his Love Poems fell apart, I invested in a shiny copy of his new Collected Love Poems.

Curiously, in a volume called “Collected Poems”, one of them is missing. It was in “Love Poems”, substantially revised from a previously published version, and revised for the better. But I can only assume Patten was still dissatisfied and so dropped it.

Because I’m talking online to some people about his poems (and who have bought his newest book on my recommendation), I’m copying the poem here so they have the text. Brian – if you want me to remove it, I will. But I think you’re mistaken; it’s a lovely piece. (And, sorry, but I stole the blue dress image for a song called “The girl in the room“.)

The fruitful lady of dawn

She walks across the room and opens the skylight
thinking: “perhaps a bird will drop in
and teach me how to sing.”

She cannot speak easily of what she feels
nor can she fathom out
whose dawn her heart belongs in.

Among the men she knows
she knows few
who understand her freedom.

Baffled by her love and by
how she withdraws her love,
she remains an enigma,

and under the skylight
puts on her red dress calling it a blue one.
She approaches breakfast as she would a lover –

She is alive,
and one of her body’s commonest needs
I have made holy.

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Standards and tech

Freedom corner

Lonely hearts’ corner

Readers who are single may find this 80s dating video helpful. Invite me to the wedding, please.