Here is how not to resist the social contagion of trans ideology.
What a string of terrible ideas. Don’t bin the glitter! Let him glitter as much as he wants. Join him in glitter play if he welcomes you. Don’t force him into sports or camping – offer them if you like, but don’t force. Not everyone likes sports, not everyone likes camping, and no one should have to. Offer him a lot of things, especially things you liked as a child, but also let him find them himself.
There are some exceptions to that rule I suppose. If he develops a taste for violence, then it’s time to step in. If he starts being a bully, tell him not to, and why. But do not bin the glitter.
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14 responses to “Never bin the glitter”
Yeah, this “force the opposite” strategy is a recipe for backfire.
I read her a bit differently. She later clarified her point, albeit testily:
…ok, then why not instead say:
Know your audience. Too many people use public platforms as though they’re talking only to a room of sympathetic and like-minded friends, completely neglecting to consider that a bunch of strangers are also listening in, none of which owe anyone a charitable reading of their words. Does no one bother thinking about the concept of “splash damage” anymore?
…And anyway, since when does “art” exclude glitter?
Perhaps I’m a miserable old git, but I think on the whole it’s better not to even start calling your kid “fabulous”, as overpraising is likely to store up problems for later.
Differently from what? I didn’t say anything about boy or girl, I just said don’t bin the glitter. That’s what I meant. Don’t ban fun, frivolity, dress-up, glam, pretending.
Anybody who says “don’t bin the glitter” hasn’t tried to get it out of a carpet.
Glitter is a dreadful pollutant. Gets into everything downstream.
What about the butch straight girls and the femme straight boys? I was one of the latter, and I’m relieved every day to have escaped this relentless policing. I was misgendered all the time when little, and got occasional gay-bashings later. But no surgeries or hormones to wreck my life.
Ah well fair enough. I wasn’t thinking about that aspect of glitter, having never played with it or been around it myself.
I let my son use the glitter, but only in rooms with no carpet. Since I like hardwood floors and insist on uncarpeted kitchens and bathrooms, that gave him a number of rooms he could play in.
A tiny hint from the management: try to discuss the issues without personal anecdote. Occasional personal anecdote is fine, but not every time.
You’re right.
My first impression was something like, don’t encourage identification with Glow Up or the trend it exemplifies.
And I worry about that. I used to enjoy camp, and would have had more sympathy with a show like “Glow Up.” But now I hear “glitter” and I think of Jeffrey Marsh, or whoever it was, talking about “your glitter family.”
But, yeah. Balance.
(I realize the show isn’t camp per se. I’m talking about the wider phenomenon–the way gay-coded stuff has been infected by “Queer” everything.)
Which is MADDENING.
In defence of glitter, it does have at least one use – as a marker for the poo of zoo animals to allow later testing and examination of individuals health. I thought that was an article I read here, but maybe not.
tl;dr
Feed three tigers separately – each with a different colour food-safe glitter in their food. Collect poo. Analyse different glitter coloured poo for stress hormones etc.