Sex education was simpler when I was a girl. There were only two sexes back then, and the word gender had not yet leaped from the declension of nouns to an identity.
Sr. Edmund Marie, the biology teacher in the girls’ department of our parish high school, visited the grammar school every year. She spent a day talking to us about plant biology and brought a black portfolio of oversized botanical posters. One was a standard line drawing for classroom use, the rudimentary kind that appears in countless textbooks.
