Perhaps you don’t graduate—same as if you didn’t take any other required class.
Perhaps you just flunk sex ed, but graduate on the strength of your other grades.
Perhaps there’s an opt-out for people with religious objections, as there was for sex-ed (er, “Family Life Education”; thank you, Commonwealth of Virginia) when I was in high school. Or as some high schools have for the evolution unit in biology.
Perhaps you’re not required to physically participate but you must at least watch your classmates participate, as with the fetal-pig dissection in my high school biology class.
Perhaps it just never comes up.
Or perhaps Weirdtopians just have a notion of consent that deeply appalls us. They wouldn’t be Weirdtopians if they weren’t, you know, weird. This isn’t a policy proposal; it’s a discussion of a deeply weird alternative.
Perhaps you don’t graduate—same as if you didn’t take any other required class.
Perhaps you just flunk sex ed, but graduate on the strength of your other grades.
Perhaps there’s an opt-out for people with religious objections, as there was for sex-ed (er, “Family Life Education”; thank you, Commonwealth of Virginia) when I was in high school. Or as some high schools have for the evolution unit in biology.
Perhaps you’re not required to physically participate but you must at least watch your classmates participate, as with the fetal-pig dissection in my high school biology class.
Perhaps it just never comes up.
Or perhaps Weirdtopians just have a notion of consent that deeply appalls us. They wouldn’t be Weirdtopians if they weren’t, you know, weird. This isn’t a policy proposal; it’s a discussion of a deeply weird alternative.
(Point taken, though.)
If necessary I’l found a new religion for the purpose. I’ll set myself up as the messiah of not getting raped.
At last, a religious doctrine I can wholeheartedly support!