I announced some big personal news a few days ago: my wife is pregnant with our fourth child. Many people have asked about the gender of the new addition. As a noted progressive, I find these inquiries highly offensive. We allow our children to choose their own genders — along with their own ages, names, and species. Which is why my oldest is a 6,000-year-old dragon named Fart Poop and his gender is pirate.
That’s a joke, of course. I’m not mentally ill (despite common misconceptions), and a person would need to be mentally ill to think that a young child is capable of selecting his own biological identity. Nobody of any age is capable of such a thing, least of all a child who doesn’t even know what the term “biological identity” means. It is quite disturbing, then, to see how many mentally ill parents exist in this country, and how their insane and abusive parental strategies are hailed by the media.
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