In Ontario, Sex Ed Is A Hot Button Campaign Issue, But Here’s Why It’s So Much More Than That And Should Be Left Alone

It is a truth often painful for parents to acknowledge: our children, lawt help us, will one day reach an age of their choosing and become sexual beings.

The sex-ed curriculum implemented by the Ontario Liberals in 2015 may not be perfect, but for many kids it’s better than not hearing about the mechanics and implications from their parents. Not every parent is like me, who stood up at the kitchen table armed with condoms and bananas, eliciting embarrassed laughter from my older kids.

The if we don’t tell them and hopefully they remain ignorant approach is foolhardy and presupposes a level of immaturity that sells kids short. They will figure it out, purity rings and waltzes with their fathers be damned.

If you want to protect your children from the dangers of sex, here are some suggestions:

1) Teach your sons and daughters not to commit sexual assault. That no means no, regardless of when their partner says it.

2) Teach your sons and daughters that they have the right to say no to any act that makes them uneasy or uncomfortable.

3) Teach that sexual abuse from anyone, priest, parent, relative, or other predator; is wrong. Make sure your children know they can come to you when something happens, without further physical or emotional abuse from you.

4) If you can’t be that person in your child’s life, then someone else will. And it’s going to happen either in the classroom, or on the school yard. As the adult you need to choose wisely and out of fairness for your child that honours his or her autonomy and personhood at every age.

5) And while by no means an afterthought, if your older children don’t know the names Rehtaeh Parsons and Amanda Todd, to mention just two, then they probably should.

Ultimately, however, this post is my plea and call to arms, that little is done to tamper with the current programming in Ontario’s elementary and secondary schools, by whoever forms the next provincial government.

Stumped, And Stumping For Change

Going into Saturday’s rigamarole of a PCPO Leadership Convention, I had just enough respect mustered for my local MPP because she was a woman in politics, if a bit benign as far as change makers go. And, frankly, her party does not represent me.

It honestly confuses me how a female politician – herself a mother – from the suburbs of Ottawa found common ground with the hash-dealing huckster who is now the PCPO leader, so I have to ask, what did he promise you? Do you really think he’ll deliver? Did he …

GAH.

My adult son asked me once why I never sought political office. Well, I was never chosen as a parent volunteer at any of my kids’ schools, despite dutifully filling out the form at the start of every school year. Except for that one time someone bailed out of her shift at the annual Scholastic Book Fair and I got a call at the last possible minute. That sets a certain tone. And when I get riled enough, I tend towards what the husband calls a scorched earth policy. Look, I can play well with others, but unquestionably on my own terms.

So while I won’t be running for office this spring, or at any other juncture; I think it is time for me to throw my dusty mantel around the shoulders of a candidate who is neither Lib Red nor PC Blue. Help that person get his or her word out. Hammer signs on lawns. Help cuddle babies. Pet dogs on the street while my two floofers tussle on their leashes and try to tug me past.

See, the child in the photo is my granddaughter. She deserves better of her elected officials than what we have on offer. She and her generation are, in this case, totally and unreservedly deserving of their entitlement.

Onward, my fellow soldiers.

200 Words That Rhyme With Political Incompetence

If today’s Leadership Vote “held” (and I use the term loosely) by Ontario’s “Progressive” (again, very loosely) Conservative Party has shown the people anything, it’s that following Trump’s “election” (don’t make me say it again) we tore a page from our neighbours’ playbook and turned the process into a modern sideshow.

Doug Ford.

Even the non-believers among us should be praying to God that the recount does not remit in Ford’s favour. I agree in principle with the PC’s that the provincial curriculum needs an overhaul in several areas, but 15 bucks, little man is not the sort of math that should be taught in elementary schools, anywhere.

The PC Party Executive.

Never mind asking them all to resign. What of their event planners? How do you book a room and find yourselves forced out by a wedding reception? Or was this an inside job as well? Look, I’m all for reduced spending, but it should not have to be said that sometimes there are corners that should not be cut. 

Frankly, I am flat out disgusted.

This is why the people who should vote, don’t.

If anyone is looking for me, I’m over here, scouting out a table to flip.

 

 

Dear Winter

It’s not you.

It’s me.

Every other ad on my Facebook timeline is for travel to someplace warm. My boss is in Mexico for the March Break. I need to see something lit by the sun, instead of so much grey.

As a push back I refuse to wear socks. The cat puked on my boots, so slipon shoes it is. My need to wander is kicking in. Not sure how far I’ll go in this muck.

But it’s time we break up. Call it. We never bring out the best in each other. I haven’t laced up a pair of skates since high school. Après-ski is just another word for what I already do at home.

What do you think? Let’s sign here.

Sincerely,

Vicki Vee

A #TBT Post

Okay, I admit it. I skipped lunch.

I fell down the online rabbit hole known as my Gmail account.

The good news is, I think I’ve cleared out everything going back to 2016 2014 that no longer matters.

And, I found this:

Speak Up: Robin Thicke – Lover or Creeper?

Highly pertinent given that today is International Women’s Day, yes?

PS: I still think Robin Thicke is a creeper.

Robin-Thicke-feet

Nope. Still don’t want it.

At Last

I finally own the dot com of my very first proper blog, Girl Gone Wired.

Actually, I bought it last September. It has taken me this long to sit down and connect it to my even older WordPress account.

The story of how I went from the dot net of GGW to Taking The Mother Road to a separate identity at Just Call Me Kanga is long and fairly unwieldy. Suffice to say that sometime in the last couple of years I was ghosted by my independent web host and lost access to Taking The Mother Road, which picked up where GGW left off. I’m leaving the early GGW posts here for posterity if only to prove to the current owner of GGW dot net that “I was here first, sweetie.”

The original, you might say.

All ego and sundry claims aside, it’s good to be back.

And now, it is time for lunch.

Things To Be Thankful For In 2011

Three days. Three turkey dinners. It sounds like a challenge worthy of Man v. Food. But that’s life for those of us with big families, or in this case, making sure the kids spent some quality time with both their biological and step-families.

But we did it. By the end of the third meal, I was nearly down for the count. The glass of Dan Aykroyd Merlot (2008), while a welcome accompaniment to the turkey, mashed turnip,  mashed potatoes, and stuffing; probably contributed to that. I’ve been a One Sip Sally for years, ever since the twins were born.

We have a lot to be thankful for this year. DS8 is still hard at work on transitioning from purees to solid food. My former mother-in-law and I have begun repairing a once-fractious relationship and we relate much better as people now than in years past, which is good for the kids to see.

The First Supper, on Saturday Night

The next morning, okay – midday (Mommy likes to sleep in on weekends), we drove around Ottawa looking for the perfect place to stage a family Thanksgiving photo. We stopped briefly at Black Rapids Lockstation, and once we realized we would have to pay for parking I immediately turned the car around without so much as a flashbulb pointed at the river. (Mommy doesn’t like to pay for parking, moreso after taking her last $30 to put 1/2 a tank of gas in the car to get us on the road in the first place.)

Our next stop after that was Stanley Park, in Ottawa’s New Edinburgh neighbourhood. By then DD’s blood sugar was on the verge of dropping and her mood reflected it. But I eventually coaxed this out of all 3 kids:

The GGW Clan (minus DH, who was behind the camera) - October 9, 2011

Then we moved on to Rockcliffe Park, hoping for more autumn colour.

We got this:

The GGW Clan, "Take Two" - October 9, 2011

Notably, the weather was warm enough to justify t-shirts, shorts, sandals and flip-flops. (Sorry, no igloos. Come back in two months for my attempts at posing my brood for Christmas shots.)

Dinner on Sunday night was held at my parents’ home. My mother actually contemplated serving the meal outside on their porch, but decided that wasps and other seasonally-confused insects do not ideal dining companions make. Then, after we broke our bread and ate heartily of turkey, sweet potatoes, baked spaghetti, corn muffins, stuffing and gravy; we went outside to allow the bounty to sink to our toes before thinking about dessert.

That’s when we heard this, not too far off in the distance:

At first, DH set off on foot to try and track down the driver. Unsuccessful, he then came back and took off again in our car, returning a few minutes later having told the driver to visit our street to satisfy the appetite for soft-serve for 9 paying customers. That didn’t include the 10 or so customers who bought ice cream a few houses down from us. So it was a win-win for everybody.

Dessert itself (ahem) was an apple-pumpkin cake, made in my mother’s crock-pot. It was so good, I was rendered speechless. After that, we literally could eat no more.

Monday mid-afternoon was the Thanksgiving meal at my kids’ father’s place. Their grandfather and his new wife were in town, and DD wasted no time hogging him all to herself for piggy-back rides. I would post a photo of them together, but during the meal itself Grandpa expressed some annoyance at having been tagged in another relative’s album on Facebook, and I want my children to stay in the Will, soooo…

… that’s a wrap for another year of food, family, friends, and foliage!

From the GGW crew to yours, I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving.