Kemnal Manor was a single sex school. Apart from the girls school nearby called Beaverwood. (Yes, the jokes kept flowing about that one). They were parachuted in when we got to sixth form for some reason. To confuse us I think. We were all too scared to talk to them or look at them. They remained in our peripheral vision while we threw darts at each other in the common room.
This un-natural society of all male students turned us all a bit weird. We just did not understand women. Sure there were fellow students that had sisters, that really isn't the same social dynamic, is it?
I bloody hope not.
I went from a kid in junior school playing kiss chase, to a new school with a bunch of boys slowly getting hairier and wanking in the toilets for 6 years. Then out the other side with these full grown women, who no longer wanted to play kiss chase.
I had to learn fast. It took me a while. Still learning of course. My school experience put me off grammar schools that's for sure. All our children were capable of going to grammar. We chose a good local comprehensive. I think it worked! The last year of my daughters school education she did at the local boys grammar. She thought the boys of her year all very immature compared to the boys at her previous school.
Also, a lot of those kids didn't do great. Grammar schools aren't that much better if at all. Sure the super posh ones are better. You are more likely to get some plum jobs. Only for the buddy network they create. Which is the value of them. Not education! Don't be silly...
Throughout history our environment was mixed. we all socialised together and understood one another. Then all of a sudden the industrial revolution happens and we divide the sexes during the most critical life changing physical, social development. Throw them out the meat grinder 6 years later and expect them to be able to communicate and understand one another.
That's not how it works.
This lead to some awkward social moments between my fellow school friends when we were released into the wild. Me and my mates Gary and Gary went on a little holiday when I was 18. Rockley Sands caravan park. A hive of scum and villainy. We went to the discos at night hoping to get lucky. Get drunk and dance with the ladies. Of course it didn't go well. Gary asked a girl to dance and she politely said no. He hissed in her face that she was a lesbian and stormed off. The next day he caught a train home and drove back in his Triumph Spitfire. Because, that's what the ladies want right? He was now irresistible!
Turns out he was totally resistible, in a sulk he drove off in a huff just leaving me and Gary to fend for ourselves. A few months later I witnessed another friend called Gary who I saw pull the same line.
Both school friends not understanding women. I do believe that's because we were isolated from girls during our formative years. I'm sure those guys got the edges knocked off them, as I did and found healthy relationships.
It wasn't their fault as such. We hadn't received the training. We were thrown into battle with no clue how to handle the equipment. The Victorian school system had let us all down. Our socialising with women hippocampus had shrivelled. Luckily for us, in those bygone days we had to get out and meet women face to face and deal with rejection and learn from it.
The kids today aren't so lucky.
When Gary questioned the poor girls sexuality because she basically didn't like the look of him. Let's face it by his response, she was right. He couldn't then go off and tippy tap his feelings to the world to hook up with other rejected souls to form a world wide cabal of Incels.
This segregation of the sexes does nothing to help our children mature into well balanced adults with healthy respect for fellow sexes. So let's mix them up! Easy peasy!
I believe it would help get rid of this toxic behaviour of men doubling down on what dicks they are to explain their lack of success in forming a beautiful relationship with a woman. Obviously other relationships are available.
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