I always wanted to be a rock star, but I can’t sing, play guitar or dance.
I’ve always felt in my heart that I was meant to be a rock star nonetheless.
So I’ve made a decision.
From now on, I’m going to dress like Elvis, and everybody must refer to me as “the King” and buy my records. Women everywhere must swoon when I enter the room, and when I “perform,” everybody must applaud, even if I sing off key and flub my guitar solo.
Anyone who fails to comply will be bullied, called names, possibly sued and be forever labeled a whatever-phobe you would be if you hate phony rock stars.
I will receive several Grammys because I am such an inspiration to talentless would-be musicians everywhere.
Does any of that sound reasonable to you?
No, I didn’t think so.
So how is it in any way reasonable to give an “inspiration award” to a couple who have tried very hard to turn their 6-year-old daughter into a “boy”?
Because that’s what happened to Jeff and Hillary Whittington — from California, natch — after they decided to let their little girl Ryland pretend to be a boy full-time.
To hear the Whittingtons tell it, they were just trying to be loving parents who were concerned their daughter might commit suicide if they didn’t go along whenever she screamed, “I’m a boy.” Then they made a video about it, and they got a Harvey Milk award.
And now they’re famous while little Ryland is horribly messed up at the tender age of 6 and facing a future of drastic hormone treatments to suppress her body’s female characteristic and try to stimulate a hairy chest and broad shoulders in order to maintain the delusion that she is a “he,” which is what the “supportive” media are calling her. If the family goes for the brass ring, Ryland will be looking at some painful surgery to remove her female organs and try to sew on something resembling a male set of parts that will never work like the real thing.
The Whittingtons claim they were worried by reports of suicide by transgender youngsters who weren’t accepted by their families.
So now they’ve probably done more to set their daughter on the path to suicide than they ever could have by nipping this nonsense in the bud. As they were encouraged, no doubt, by the loose morals and mental confusion of the liberal California scene, it’s a fair question whether they promoted their daughter’s fantasy just to become famous or notorious among the “in” crowd that has destroyed the state. They did say the video they made for the Harvey Milk Diversity Breakfast was “our coming out,” not Ryland’s. No doubt they’re feeling very hip and pleased with themselves these days.
“One of the most inspiring things that Harvey Milk had done as far as our family is concerned was to encourage people to come out; to let their voices be heard; break down the walls, break down the barriers and start allowing people to see them for their authentic selves and be true to themselves, and this is our coming out … this is us making our voices heard,” Jeff Whittington said as he accepted the award.
According to the Whittingtons, Ryland had asked, “Why did God do this to me?” The smart money says it has nothing to do with God and everything to do with that little girl’s parents.
Ryland was probably just doing what many little girls do, which is rebel against the selection of clothes and toys girls are often forced to accept. She saw that boys did or got something she wanted. Being a little kid, she didn’t know how to ask for it, so she came out with “I wanna be a boy” or some such.
Scenario: Little girl says, “I’m a boy.” Morally confused, perhaps eager for attention, liberal parent: “OK honey, you’re a boy. Here’s a cookie and a tie.”
Scenario: Little girl says, “I’m a boy.” Allegedly backwards, low-intelligence (according to liberals), homophobic (again, according to liberals) “red neck” parent: “No you’re not, honey. You’re a girl.” Little girl repeats, “I’m a boy.” “Red neck” parent: “No, honey. You’re all girl. Check your pants.” Indignant (she learned it at preschool) little girl: “Is that all that decides what I am?” Somewhat bemused but serious parent: “Of course not, honey, but that’s the big one. It doesn’t mean you can’t play baseball.” Suddenly thoughtful little girl: “Really?” Parent: “Yup. You want to go hit a few at the batting cages?” Girl: “Yay!”
We all know that in reality, life’s problems can seldom be solved in a couple of sentences on a blog. But the point is, parents who truly love their kids don’t just give in to hipster fads, and they try not to intentionally screw up their children’s lives.
What the Whittingtons have done to their daughter is tantamount to child abuse, and child abuse is what the Harvey Milk Breakfast organizers are honoring.
That little girl has been set up for a lifetime of humiliation and hurt, and the adults who should be protecting her are standing around patting themselves on their backs.