I am not making this up

This is a true story I saw on a news program (Glenn Beck on CNN); it is true, not false. Come on, you just can't right better stuff than this.

Ok, a 5 year old boy comes to his parents and says, "I'm a girl." The parents go to the school and question whether they should send the boy to school as a boy, or as a girl.

Really. Still a true story.

The boy underwent psyciatric treatment and evaluation; it is now documented that the boy has something called Gender Displacia, or something or another. What this means basically, is that the boy is confused about what it means to be a boy or girl. He is confused about whether he himself is a boy or girl. At least that's what the "experts" say.

The school and the parents are still in debate (seriously) about whether to send the child to school as a boy or a girl. So far, they've come up with some rules:
The child will wear only "gender neutral" cothing (pants, shorts, t-shirts, no "boy or girl colors")
The child will use the Gender Neutral Restroom

Wait a minuet... A kindergarten class that has a "gender neutral" restroom? Like on that show, Alley McBeal? What do they need that for?


AND NOW...MY OPINION...

When I was five, I told my grandmother I was a ballerina. It didn't necessarily mean that in my little head I believed I was actually, in fact, a ballerina. It didn't mean that I thought I was a regular at Madison Square Garden. I also wanted to live in a tree. Not a tree house, just a tree.

Being a girl, I passed on so-called girly things. I played in the dirt, preferably mud if available. I picked my scabs. I had Matchbox cars and Hot Wheels. I detested dresses and ribbons. But I also had dolls. I combed their hair and played make believe. And yes, at one point, particularly when I got my first period, I wanted to be a boy. In fact, about one a month for about 5 days, I still want to be a boy.

But I am not confused, nor was I ever. I finally found a brand of bras that fit comfortably and married a man. I pluck my eyebrows and worry about my weight.
I'm all girl.

I never thought I was boy because I played in the mud. I thought I was a girl because my parts looked different from a boy's. Because boys had short haircuts, and my hair was long. Because I understood I could never change my "parts", but not because my bicycle was a pink Huffy. Because boys stood up to pee and peed all over the toilet seat while I sat and neatly landed my urine into the toilet.

Did my parents worry that I might be gay since I played with trucks and my counsins' He-Man figures? No. There weren't as many "experts" around back then.

My point is that a 5 year old will say anything. A five year old will believe anything. A 5 year old will make up stories and friends that don't technically exist except in that little mind. This doesn't mean anything!

That little boy is going to be SO screwed up. At least the "experts" get paid.