As the weather cools, it has become clear that the blood has het up within and without the confines of the Mormon blogosphere. As proof, I give the following:
Rusty waxes nostalgic about the lips he once kissed.
Steve Evans tells us what he and his wife do in bed (answer: read old conference talks about chastity).
And, in a piece featured in the New York Times, BYU is named the worst university in America for learning about sex.
Apparently, BYU ranked last because it doesn’t have any online information about sex ed, it doesn’t provide condoms in dorms, and it doesn’t have a full-time sex advice columnist employed at the Daily Universe. At least, that is what I learned from this editorial at the Daily Universe, where they felt compelled to justify their lack of a sex columnist.
Frankly, I am glad. Can you imagine the kind of advice that would be given? [on a side not, if you can, don't put it in the comments. We will delete it and really would prefer you just keep that to yourself].
Let me end with this true story, told me by Mrs. thehighpriest. She used to babysit for a couple, the man of which was a BYU professor. Prominently displayed on their toilet, for all who wandered into their bathroom to see, was an extra large box of condoms (she estimated hundreds were to be found in there). So, remember, even if the school ain’t doing the educatin’, someone is. That said, if you need me, I’ll be over in the corner with my eyes closed and my fingers in my ears, singing “La La La” at the top of my voice.