In my seventh-grade health class, I was made to undergo the semester-long torture that is abstinence-only sex education. We were made to chant, “Don’t be a louse, wait for your spouse!” We were told that sexual urges could be calmed with Better Than Sex Cake, an out-of-the-box monstrosity that used whipped cream and chocolate syrup as frosting. Basic anatomy was glossed over (“This is a vague drawing of a penis; now who wants to list some fun activities to do with your partner instead of sex?”), condoms were not even whispered about, and most insidiously, we were told that, as girls, if we were raped, it was probably our fault. The men, with their urges, they just have no control, you see.

Working the phone lines at a family planning clinic years later, I saw the results of… More…