I was ten when our family moved from California to New York.
We rented half a farm house some fourteen miles from Oneonta. The interstate that
roars along the Susquehanna hadn’t been built yet, so every morning we spent at
least half an hour on Route 7 – Daddy on his way to work, and the rest of us to
school. On our way, we’d pass the Otego Elementary School: an imposing brick
edifice built during the Great Depression. There were double doors on opposite
ends of the building, with “BOYS ENTRANCE” and “GIRLS ENTRANCE” in concrete Arts
& Crafts-style bas relief above these doors. I used to imagine segregated classrooms
inside, where children could learn in an atmosphere best suited to their
gender. Science shows there are benefits to this approach, but in a society
that tries to deny that the sexes are in any way different (except when someone
decides to switch sides), it’s a tough sell.
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