Parents Who Let Their Toddlers Choose Their Own Genders Are Either Mentally Ill Or Evil

By Matt Walsh   @mattwalshblog

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.

The latest example of this madness comes to us courtesy of Charlize Theron, who recently complained that she is “shockingly single” at the age of 43. I think now we know why. In another interview, Theron “confirmed” that her 7-year-old son is actually a girl. The poor young boy, who she now parades around in a dress, announced his gender identity at the age of three, Theron claims: “Yes, I thought she was a boy, too. Until she looked at me when she was three years old and said: ‘I am not a boy!'”

I have a son who is almost three and twins who passed that threshold a couple of years ago. I can say from experience that a child at that age knows almost nothing about the world. He cannot speak in complex sentences. He thinks cartoons are real. He doesn’t know the difference between truth and fiction — not because he confuses one with the other but because he literally can’t comprehend the distinction between the two categories. He believes in Santa and unicorns and monsters under his bed. He thinks that his toys come to life when he leaves the room. He is slightly more intelligent than a goat and slightly less intelligent than a dolphin. He believes anything he is told on any subject. When my twins were that age, I told them that I used to live on the Moon with my pet flying shark named Rocky. They were so thrilled by this biographical detail that I didn’t have the heart to admit I was joking. They may still believe it, for all I know. What I’m trying to stress here is that three-year-old children are very, very young and very, very limited in their ability to understand things. And one subject they certainly cannot grasp is biology.