"I can’t believe this. Have you seen this article?” I asked my husband, pushing my laptop between his Kindle and his face.
“No. What’s it about?”
“That’s a good school. You checking out the basketball standings?”
“No, I’m reading an article about a live sex demonstration that took place in one of their psychology classes.”
“Really? I took a psychology class in college, but there weren’t any live sex demonstrations. I’m sure I would have remembered that.”
I pinned him with a stare.
“What?” he asked.
“You don’t think there’s a problem with having a live sex demonstration in a college class?”
He thought for a moment. “I’m not sure what the professor thought he was teaching by showing something like that. Don’t most college students already know that stuff?”
“That’s your objection? They already know that stuff? It’s live pornography and a renowned university is showing it to kids!”
“I would rather have them see sex than violence, I guess. Now if they showed someone getting shot or having his throat slit with a knife, that would be highly disturbing. Sex is…” he winked at me, “…you know, nice.”
“You are impossible! No, get back on your own side of the bed.”
“Why does this professor showing a live sex demo bother you so much?” he asked.
“It’s just…wrong,” I answered. “A teacher shouldn’t expose students to pornography. It’s not a valid teaching method, no matter what subject is being taught.”
“It would solve the problem of how to motivate students, that’s for sure. I bet that guy’s class at Northwestern is the most popular class at the school. I wonder what you have to do to get an A?”
I rolled my eyes. “I think he needs to show a live childbirth next. The kids would learn more from that, don’t you think?”
“That’s a disgusting thing to show kids,” protested the man who had just barely managed to remain conscious in the delivery room when his son was born. “That would be...wrong.”
“You are such a…” I paused to search for the perfect word to express my exasperation, “…MAN!”