At Puberty...
...was supposed to go here on this blog. But now it's cross-posted to Doctorlizardo. Oh well.
...there should be more of those baby-simulating events that some organizations hold. I'm not talking about carrying an egg around all week. Or even that crying doll. That's still way too easy.
I mean something more realistic. Like some evening when the kid is worn out as heck from a long day and hasn't had dinner yet, they should have a 20-lb potato sack strapped to their chest and have to walk and walk and walk and walk around a dim room, for four hours. No bathroom breaks! No snack breaks!
No teenager would ever have (heterosexual) sex.
Ha! Who am I kidding? They still would.
Unless there were booster sessions; maybe weekly ones...
...there should be more of those baby-simulating events that some organizations hold. I'm not talking about carrying an egg around all week. Or even that crying doll. That's still way too easy.
I mean something more realistic. Like some evening when the kid is worn out as heck from a long day and hasn't had dinner yet, they should have a 20-lb potato sack strapped to their chest and have to walk and walk and walk and walk around a dim room, for four hours. No bathroom breaks! No snack breaks!
No teenager would ever have (heterosexual) sex.
Ha! Who am I kidding? They still would.
Unless there were booster sessions; maybe weekly ones...
posted by liz at 7:54 PM
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