In the spring, sex education will be mandatory for middle and high schoolers in New York City. But 15-year-old “Michelle,” a city student who agreed to talk to The Post anonymously, says the curriculum is unlikely to tell her cohorts anything they don’t know — as Facebook, texting and other technologies have pushed kids to grow up faster than before (and faster than they may want to). Her lament:
Everyone thinks we’re watching Hannah Montana or girl-talking at weekend slumber parties. But really, that idea is as true as a Disney fairy tale.
Girls my age party hard, use drugs and have sex with each other’s boyfriends.
We’re Generation Messed Up.
I’m three months into my freshman year at Brooklyn Transit Tech, a high school with a higher ratio of boys to girls.
It’s a great place for a “smut” — a girl with no self respect — the slut of the digital age.
We call them smuts because they let guys record them on cellphones. The boys upload the videos and pictures to Facebook and call them “smut pages.” They’re usually yanked quickly, but the smuts don’t care who sees them bare all, kiss or have sex.
For a moment they are like celebrities we hear about all the time. The ones with sex tapes and leaked cellphone snap shots. I guess its normal.
I’m fortunate not to be a smut, although I did pose nude once.
Age 14, I stripped off my clothes and used my BlackBerry to capture a photo for my boyfriend, who I had been dating on and off since we were 11 years old.
I really wanted to lose my virginity to him. I wanted the picture to be a signal to him that I was ready.
That never happened.
We broke up eight months ago and I’m still suffering.
He’s the reason I wake up at 4:30 a.m. and leave from upper Manhattan on a one hour, 45 minute train ride to a school in Brooklyn — that he attends.
When you get a good boyfriend, you don’t want to lose him.
My first love was so sweet about it though, always holding back because he worried that I wasn’t ready.
Now I’m waiting to have sex when I find a guy I trust. But lately I don’t trust any man.
The smuts spread enough sex around for horny high-school guys.
My male classmates get them to give it up by simply by showering them with compliments. “Oh, you’re so pretty,” guys gush.
Next thing you know, the guy turns around and finds a new smut.
It always ends the same way.
The pressure to be a Facebook beauty queen is high. It’s a virtual pageant for those types of girls. They all strive to be Lady Gaga, wearing something creative and skimpy and sexy.
It’s really sad because if the prettiest girl in the world covered up in jeans in her profile pic, she only gets 12 likes.
Girls only in the sixth grade wear skimpy clothes to win the virtual competition. Show some boobs and that’s an easy 100 likes. It’s gross.
Smut pages are hiding all over Facebook, capturing the dirty deeds of the live smuts. Everyone watches them, and the smuts don’t mind.
I walked down the street with a friend of mine who is becoming a smut. And guys on the street talked openly about her.
“I did her,” one said.
“I did her, too,” the other laughed.
Some of these girls don’t even practice safe sex. Most people carry condoms around everywhere, but a lot of people I know prefer the “pull-out” method.
My friend changed sex partners the way most of us change nail polish. She did it once a week with a new guy, with no condom.
Now she’s pregnant. She’s only 14.
I know a lot of teens that actually want babies, and it’s not because of “Teen Mom” on MTV. They just don’t care. It’s scary.
The most my mother has ever told me about sex is this: “Take care of yourself. Use a condom.”
I guess I wouldn’t mind hearing about it in class. It’s less embarrassing to ask someone who is not your parent about this stuff. Well, at least that’s if the class doesn’t erupt in laughter because of the subject matter.
Oh, and forget that abstinence stuff. Right now, I could lose my virginity in an instant or maybe two years.
One thing’s certain, I’m not waiting.