As a lesbian woman said to me recently, “Thank god I grew up ten years ago. If I was a kid today, they’d be trying to convince me that I’m trans!” This woman loved playing with her brothers’ Tonka trucks and didn’t fit “girly” stereotypes.
Many years ago, I knew a family whose little boy desperately wanted a frilly pink umbrella for Christmas. Today, he’s happily married, with kids of his own — but, if his own kids were to want the same “girl toy”, the gender whisperers at their school would be telling them they’re “trans”, and secretly lining them up for puberty blockers and surgery.
And, if the parents objected, a court would take their children away.
One of the most noticeable things about the “transgender” craze, especially since it’s infected girls, is that it has overnight erased young lesbians. Another group wiped out by transgender ideology is tomboys.
Growing up, I was the personification of the ‘feminine tomboy’. Yes, I played football for years, but did so with my hair braided into two pigtails and my pink cleats on. Merida, Pocahontas, and Moana are my favourite Disney princesses, but I find space for all princesses in my heart. With my long hair and excessive jewellery collection as two of my most prized possessions, you might not see my boyish side until you get to know me. However, it’s still there, still big, and I still love it.
Which is why it saddens me so much that tomboys seem to be a rarer and rarer species.
In fact, tomboys are still around — they’re just being told they don’t exist.
It is not acceptable to describe us as ‘tomboys’ anymore, and the most genuine ones — the short-haired, trouser-wearing girls who trade their Barbies for action figures — are often told they are boys instead.
The great hypocrisy of transgender ideology is that, even as it claims to break down gender stereotypes, it is in fact reinforcing gender stereotypes harder than a 50s dad belting his son for being a poofter. If a boy shows any interest in feminine things, he must be a girl. If a girl likes masculine things, she must be a boy.
To prove it, they push children to undergo crippling chemical and surgical castration, and then mutilate their bodies into a grotesque parody of the opposite sex.
And they have the cheek to pretend that leaving children alone is “harmful”.
Advocates of the harmful consequences of describing adventurous, sporty girls as tomboys argue that such labels entrench gender stereotypes by inevitably suggesting that certain characteristics are uniquely male […] whilst the noun ‘tom-boy’ has associations to boys, I believe that our society is progressive enough to employ it towards a girl without reducing her to the male sex.
Even if calling some girls “tomboys” assumes certain stereotypical roles of male and female — so what? It’s an inescapable fact that certain behaviours are most common to boys or girls. Even in our primate cousins, young male monkeys like to play with “boy toys” and mock-fight, while young females emulate motherhood behaviours.
But nobody is arguing that those traits are or should be exclusive. No-one is saying that only boys are allowed to play with cars or get muddy. No-one is saying that only girls are allowed to play with dolls and wear pink.
Except, of course, the gender whisperers.
I was first introduced to this concept when I stumbled across the article: ‘The New Little Women Basically Proves Jo March is Queer’. Fearless, loud, and wonderfully herself, Jo March is my all-time favourite literary character because of her disregard for the gender roles attempting to trap her. Her power resides in her being a girl who — by viewing herself equal to boys at a time when the world told her otherwise — shows other girls that they can be whoever they want to be.
But now, she’s being called a boy — an assumption which solidifies the gender stereotypes we should be dismantling.
By turning Jo into a transgender character based on her dislike of dresses, polite society and the idea of marriage, we necessarily suggest that girls are meant to like dresses, polite society, and the idea of marriage. In wanting to become more progressive in how we view and accept gender, we’ve actually ended up less so.
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And a generation of children are being butchered and damned to a lifetime of being miserable eunuchs.
