Did you know that NONE of the kids’ books on bees or frogs or penguins or pandas mentions the father’s role in reproduction. At first, I thought it was a fluke, but I’m starting to think it’s some kind of conspiracy. It could be the much feared castrating feminists. Or maybe it’s some segment of the Bible brigade, the one afraid that if we tell kids that bees copulate, they will all become crack-addicted teen parents. Either way, it’s weird.
In these books, frogs lay eggs in the water and, poof, out come tadpoles. The mama panda goes off somewhere to have her baby. And the queen bees and female penguins lay their eggs. (Some books will mention that Papa Penguin helps to keep the egg warm, but none bother to say how the egg got fertilized.)
The only books I’ve seen that allow for any real “male” participation in reproductivity are about certain flowers. And even there, the talk is more often of pollen, or stamen and pistils, than sperm and eggs.
We’ve been studying life cycles all semester; and all semester I’ve been wondering why I didn’t know how any of these animals, insects, or plants reproduced. As we would read along, I remembered almost all of the information in the books. But I was always left thinking, “Hey, wait, what happens to those lonely eggs?” Or “How did that panda, who lives its life alone, produce that gross pink thing that will someday become a cute panda?”
Then it hit me. This is not the result of my bad education. This is the result of my messed up industrial culture. The same “progress” that moved death and funerals out of homes seems to have wiped reproduction out of sight as well.
People who know Ezra might disagree, given some of the outrageous things he has been known to say, but I don’t think he’s suffered from our relatively open policy on reproductive information. The fact that he has learned all of it at an age when the information is not accompanied by giggles and embarrassment is a plus.
Now let me be clear, I’m not interested a return to some imagined “good ole days.” Nor do I think we all need to move back to farms, where kids would have no illusions about the sounds and sights of reproduction and birth. And I have no interest in bunking down in a big family lodge where everyone is getting it on in front of the neighbors. But seriously, since when did it become inappropriate to tell kids how most living things reproduce?