Tuesday, 3 April 2012
Sunday, 26 June 2011
Genderless Child…I don’t think so!
I was somewhat surprised today as I was driving around to hear on the radio the presenter asking the public what their take was on a Canadian Couple who had chosen to raise their child genderless. I was completely baffled as to how it was physically possible to have a genderless child, and so when I got in this evening, I had to sit and have a look at the news online.
It always amazes me that people are so determined to change the shape of the world in which we live. Nature herself chooses to give every human being a gender, and trying to hide this from the world is something that still mystifies me. According to newspaper reports, the parents are apparently determined to allow their child to grow up without influences and biases based on gender issues.
So many things come to mind when considering this, that I am left wondering to a large extent not what the effect will be on the child, but what ever gave rise to the parents entering into such a bizarre decision in the first place. There has been considerable commentary through many various professional people that points to areas of concern in the development of the child, and others that say it will do not harm to the child at all. But no one seems to have asked the question, “Where does this crazy concept come from?”
Apparently the family already have children who have not been brought up in this fashion, so one has to wonder if it has something to do with the way their previous children have been brought up? Has something terrible happened to make them feel that bringing up a child that has no clue whether it’s male of female would be a good thing to do? Could there be some other explanation behind it, or is it just some weird trail to see what happens?
I have before been criticised for not having any understanding of how a parent feels about their child, and while I may well not have any children of my own, it does not mean that I have no concept over what is best practice and what is somewhat wayward. There is most certainly no guide book on how to bring up a child, and it’s very easy to get it all wrong, but I do essentially believe that there is a moral basis of responsibility to seek to provide the best for our children.
As an adult we make the choices that will affect our children’s lives far into the future, and yes I agree that in the early years gender is certainly not a major issue to the development of the child, but where is the logic in such an idea when it comes to interaction with a society that sees in gender terms. Children in their nature are cruel and harsh, as they have no idea of the emotional sensitivity that exists in their words. Without even realising it the world we live in may only complicate the life that the child leads by the things that the child’s peers say. Imagine trying to explain to another child in kinder garden that wants to know is Storm a boy or a girl that this child is neither!
I am not going to fall into the trap of predicting the future for Storm. In some ways I take my hat off to the parents for trying something new, however in this instance I not convinced that the choices have been made for the right reasons or in the long term interests of the child. For this child’s sake I hope that this adventure works out and he or she becomes a well balanced member of society. For societies sake, I would say perhaps gender issues are a fact of life, something that we are born with and something that is not always as simple or straightforward as ignoring who or what we are. Far too many people are already mixed up and have difficult lives over gender issues without going out of our way to potentially cause them. Nature does what it does best, and I personally feel that accepting this and living within the roles we are given is probably the best practice.
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I think I’m losing
“No beer and no tv make Homer something-something…”
Thank God I have beer because I haven’t had tv in years. Apparently though, technology has come a long way and I can watch full episodes on the intrawebnet. Recently, I spent a relaxing afternoon at a friend’s house where we found ourselves watching HGTV’s Property Virgins.
There’s something about 2 guys who total 12 feet in height, 500 lbs of muscle fat muscle, could bench press over 600 lbs back in their heyday, watching Property Virgins alone together.
It’s guy love. I’m his chocolate bear…Or he’s mine…We complete each other.
Since that G.A.I., (my favourite Michael Scott line, “an hour long shower with guys”) I’ve been obsessed with Sandra Rinomato’s Property Virgins. I’ve watched episode after episode, putting a strain on our household bandwidth limit. It’s so fun to live vicariously through other people’s first home purchase. It creates fantasy scenarios of owning your dream home and what it looks like.
My list is surprisingly simple.
Location. Safe and void of traffic. Suburbs are great.House Design. Detached. Red bricks would be nice but not a necessity.Layout. Not a big fan of open-concept. 3 bedroom, 2 bath. Office space for me with good lighting (big windows).Master Bedroom. Space for king size bed.Master Bathroom. Space for a king size tub. 2 sinks.Backyard. Space to kick around a soccer ball or toss a football. Space for a BBQ.I guess the list isn’t as simple as I originally anticipated.
But the more I watch this show, the more a sickening feeling grows inside of me. I know nothing about owning a home. I don’t know anything about the financing, the logistics, the details! Why do the words “short sale”, “tax credits”, “homeowner’s association” mean nothing to me? Those words sound like English…
And most of the episodes show a newly engaged/married, long-term couple ready to settle into the next stage of their lives. I know nothing about being in a long-term relationship. I don’t know anything about the financing, the logistics, the details!
I am barely getting to the point where I’ve figured myself out. How am I supposed to figure another person out and the dynamics of that relationship? And then engagement? marriage? homes? families? children? Oh my God, I’m having a hard time breathing right now.
(5 minute break)
It’s no longer fun. There is no longer any vicarious living. There is now only dread and anxiety. And yet, I can’t stop watching. Every episode is a reminder of how far back I am in life.
If life is a race, I think I’m losing.
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I’m curious, what does your dream house look like? Especially you, @alikoh. We’ll have to get the list ready for Ryan Gosling to start building. Leave your dream home details in the comments section.
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