They didn't have books like this when I was a kid

[Major Nikon]

[Archae]

1. This real?

[Major Nikon]

2. Shit I hope not

[westerebus]

5. Thanks, I needed that.

So what's the best way to get cherry pie goop off a monitor?

[Brigid]

7. Cherry pie?

Is it homemade? If it is, send me some!

[westerebus]

8. Store bought, but hey, cherry pie.

To hot to bake. Now come the fall. Cherry, apple, pumpkin, or sweet potato, take your pick..

[Major Nikon]

9. I just duct tape mine to the luggage rack and run it through the car wash

Hope that helps

[westerebus]

10. Tar bender I'll have what ever he's driving.

Sunny side up with the custom foam wash. Works for me.

[Manifestor_of_Light]

3. We had no sex education books when I was a kid.

At least I couldn't find any in the public library. And there was a conspiracy of silence about sex and the mechanics of it. I knew nothing about boys or male anatomy as a female. No brothers.

The dictionary has dirty words in it now. It didn't in the 1960s.

[Art_from_Ark]

4. On the other hand, a 10-year-old kid in the '60s

could go down to the local pharmacy/soda fountain in my hometown, pick up a copy of Stag from the magazine rack, and learn about things they didn't teach at school

[rurallib]

6. Stag!? Now there is some mamories

I mean memories.

[Manifestor_of_Light]

11. But it was taboo to show a penis. Absolutely not allowed!!

besides, I didn't learn anything from that cross section of a limp penis resting on some saggy bollocks. Told me absolutely nothing I needed to know.

In the 12th grade they showed a movie where two virgins got it on in the back seat of a car (somehow--no visual aids there), gave each other syphylis, felt guilty, and when they walked around at the school, there were little vibrating yellow dots on their bodies--implying that they could spread VD (now called STDs) just by breathing on somebody.

Absolutely inaccurate and doing us a disservice. They didn't tell us a damned thing in those alleged "hygiene" classes. We saw the Walt Disney menstruation movie in 4th grade, which told us nothing except that someday we would want to get married and have babies (WOAAHHH WAIT A MINUTE!!) and enough to keep us from leaving bloody trails walking down the school hallways during that time of the month by informing us about pads.