Gah; I am so sick of people right now. Well, some people anyway. Our community has a school board election fast approaching and the candidates have been talking and canvassing and there is, of course (fuck this timeline), one who is campaigning on not being 'woke' and such. This candidate is popular and has children in the schools and whatnot and listening to other parents and community members comments just breaks my heart even as the shards sharpen with loathing toward their cruelty. One parent prattles on about keeping gender out of the schools. I'm thinking "Wtf you moronic dripping wet wipe." Gender is everywhere. Our culture, even when LBGTQ youth were 'hidden' so to speak, does nothing but set codes and social constructs around gender. Boys are good at math and girls are not. Girls are either madonnas or whores. Boys don't cry. Most pejoratives by the dominant culture are women's body parts. Don't tell me when I was volunteering that the eight year old boy who was picking on another by calling him 'faggot' didn't likely learn that from his dad or brothers. He was eight years old and tormenting another eight year old. That victim sure did receive some educational instruction on gender and sexuality didn't he?
And these parents cannot fathom that being kind and considerate to one another, that allowing a child to figure out who they are and who they wish to be in this world because it IS THEIR FUCKING LIFE is actually THE most alpha (since they are fond of that word) act that humans can do. It is giving each human the agency to choose their path. We preach to youth: know thyself; and then we turn around and hypocritically tell them that cannot be right because we have judged them unworthy. And they FEEL that, boy do they feel that. Anyone who says otherwise is being deliberately obtuse. Ugh.
Even sadder anecdote but I can't recall if I mentioned it here before. When one of my children was pre-school age I was chatting with another mom. It was right about this time of the year and we were discussing Halloween costumes. She had multiple children, a couple of boys and girls, and she mentioned that one of her sons--the same age as mine--wanted to be Robin Hood.
Mrs. Whiggins: "Oh, Robin Hood, that's a good one!"
Her: "Well, my husband will never allow it."
Me: (thinking) Maybe he's objecting to the stealing, even if the motivation is less objectionable? (aloud) "Really? Why not?"
Her: "He doesn't want his son wearing pantyhose."
Me: "Ummmm, they're stockings, all men wore them back then."
Her: "Stockings or not, he isn't raising any sissy boys."
Me: (thinking) Okaaaaay. Guess I better not mention that one of my other children heathens is going dressed as Tinky Winky because her favorite color is purple.