Chalk Another One Up to Insanity

Well, I feel as if I had wandered into Hooterville again. Now, just in case you're too young to remember Green Acres, let me explain that Hooterville is not some crude term based on the major marketing points used by a national restaurant chain. Hooterville is where Oliver Douglas and his wife Lisa moved, from their penthouse suite in New York. Poor Mr. Douglas was the lone voice of sanity in Hooterville...a town where only he thought it strange that a pig was one of the most important citizens.
Well, sometimes I feel like poor Oliver Douglas. Is it just me, or has virtually everyone on earth gone completely batty? I read stories in the news and can't help but scratch my head in bewilderment.
Does it seem strange to you that in the world today, it's a crime for a six year old girl to do chalk drawings on the sidewalk, but it's perfectly okay for a middle school to dispense birth control pills to eleven year old girls?
It does to me. And, I'm not being hypothetical. There are two stories this week, one from New York, where a six year old was warned to stop drawing on the sidewalk with chalk. The other story, from Portland, Maine, where a middle school was making birth control available to sixth graders. And, it seems, most of the townsfolk thought it was a good idea.
Call me old fashioned, but wouldn't it be nice if little girls werre allowed to be little girls? Am I just plain naive? Are little girls so potentially sexually active these days that it's the course of wisdom to teach them about birth control, and even to supply them the pills?
Or, could it be that the school systems with their liberal views of what constitutes a politically correct education, are teaching little girls, and boys, to become sexually active? At the very least, when you tell a child, "Don't do it, but if you do do it, here's a pill," aren't you to some degree legitimizing the "doing it."
If you were to tell little Johnny, "Don't eat this cake until after dinner, but if you do, only eat one slice," does little Johnny get the point that eating the cake is wrong? I wouldn't. If I'd been given a message like that as a child, eating the cake would have been the first thing I would have done.
When I was eleven I had no idea what sex was. Nor do I think I was ready to have it graphically explained to me by a teacher with a condom and a banana. I'm not trying to be crude. That's the way of the world today. And, if you ask me, that way stinks.
I say take away the pills and the condoms and give back the chalk. But, what do I know?
I say unplug the TVs and the MTVs and the Internets and let's all go draw on the sidewalk. I think the world was a safer place before they invented electrical.