Interesting article from a dad writing about his son’s school having a condom club where they are given free food and a condom 12-pack each week. Now no one will be surprised that this is Berkeley High School. What I found interesting was the father was kind of scandalized by this development, though it was a very low-level outrage. The fathers attitude drips with the very permissiveness that leads to condom clubs in the first place.
For example he was more surprised by the number of condoms given more than the fact that the school was supplying them in the first place.
Where did they come up with the number 12?
Twelve condoms a week! I don’t know sex workers who need that many condoms. Certainly none of my middle-age friends need 12 condoms a week. High school students do?
Well obviously the even dozen was to not hurt the precious self-esteem of students. This prevents the student from having to exaggerate the quantity he needs each week by requesting them individually or to admit that he still has leftovers from the previous week.
I was stewing over the Condom Club for a few weeks when I finally got the nerve to ask my son whether he joined. "No, dad, I didn’t." I wasn’t sure whether to be glad or sad, since I didn’t have the nerve to ask him whether he’s having sex.
I just told him that his teachers are right: When he does finally have sex, he must wear a condom.
When I tried to demonstrate how to use one, he stopped me and, shaking his head, said, "Dad, they taught us in sixth grade."
Oh. You never mentioned it.
Then I told him one other thing. I told him if he ever needs 12 condoms in a week, he’ll be a very happy young man.
Great advice for a high school freshman that you are to measure happiness by the number of condoms you use.