The list of “Stuff I Picked Up at Catholic All-Girls School That May or May Not Be Good For Me in the Long Run” continues. Tonight- a Very Special Edition. For part 1 of my list, see here. Part 2 is here.
I should probably call this All-Girls School Confessional #3: Sex Ed. But then I feared what element that title might attract. It sounds like a kinky porn, doesn’t it? Like maybe I’m wearing a tiny plaid skirt with nothing underneath while I suck on a lollipop. Sorry– everybody knows that the hem of your uniform skirt should be no more than 4 inches above your knees and all Catholic schoolgirls wear shorts under their skirts. In fact- let’s make that part of the list.
I went to a Catholic all-girls school. As I get older, it becomes clear this left me with some cognitive distortions and strange habits. Thus, I’m starting a new series called, “Stuff I Picked Up in Catholic All-Girls School That May or May Not Be Good For Me In The Long Run.” You can see where a snappier title might be helpful.
Before I start… a kind of disclaimer. I don’t pretend my high school experience is exemplary for all Catholic all-girls school alums. I don’t even pretend it was exemplary for alumnae of my old school. I think there are some common threads you may recognize, however. If not, you can just laugh at how dumb I am. You won’t be alone.
Without further ado… Part 1