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Teaching Consent

Reading this, its hard to imagine the laws being described are for real. The absurdity is simply too great. While such staggering idiocy must be fought hard, change can also be brought about by raising our kids differently. Parenting is a very hard job with serious implications for society at large. Your kid could be blessing or bane for the community depending on what kind of parenting job you do. Most of us end up being middling parents and don't rock the boat too hard one way or the other - also a missed opportunity for the child and the world. 

Perhaps all would-be parents should be advised to take parenting classes, earn qualifications that enable to perform their job right. It's one thing to be a terrible cook and produce food no one really likes but a terrible parent is a menace to the child they are in charge of raising and everyone in the world who comes into contact with this kid. As a society we should demand better, ask that there be consequences for a job very badly done.  You are not allowed to drive into on-coming traffic or run red-lights. So no reason you can be allowed to raise a boy who has no understanding of consent in sex, cannot appreciate or respect the person-hood of a woman and proceeds to rape her. 

As the mother of a daughter, I am still struggling to understand what is the right framework for J to engage the world as an adult woman. Not having the benefit of parenting education, I have had to rely on my instincts, lessons learned from friends and family and reading what I can on the subject. I feel like my ability to offer her guidance is about tapped at this point. There is not much else I know that could help her. From here on out she has to use her best judgement and learn along the way.

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