Traditional culture has encountered a few shocks in recent times.
First, we’ve had a huge debate over who can use which toilets. When I grew up it was simple; girls used the girl’s toilet and boys used the boy’s toilet. Today, regardless of the biology, the individual uses the toilet they most identify with, which could be different from what physical evidence might suggest.
Second, in the past few days the Boy Scouts have changed their membership requirements so someone joining doesn’t have to be a boy, but identify as a boy. In other words, a girl who thinks of herself as a boy. This should make for some interesting camping trips. Frankly, I wasn’t much of a camper, which means I wasn’t terribly successful as a Boy Scout. But in those ancient times I’m pretty sure we only had boys who were really boys in our tents.
Third, and most shocking, we learned earlier this week of something that stretches the diversity-inclusion-political correctness trend to the breaking point. (Anyone with a sensitive heart should turn away now)
I’m astonished to report that The Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show will, horror of horrors, now include (shudder the thought) CATS. Yes, we’re talking felines.
Read all about it in Town and Country Magazine. (This likely will be the only time in my life I cite this publication.)
Now don’t worry, the cats won’t be parading around the center ring and demonstrating their obedience skills. After all, cats are cats. So…there will simply be informational booths with various types of cats.
I’m puzzled. Why would someone coming to a dog show want to learn about cats? I don’t have anything against cats, but if I went to a dog show, I would expect to see dogs. If I wanted to see cats, I’d go to a cat show – or the humane society.
Will the dog show progress from cats to guinea pigs to hamsters to gold fish to parrots reptiles? No snakes, please; they gave me the creeps ever since I read what happened to Adam and Eve. The dog show could become a zoo.
I’m so confused. Boys aren’t boys. Girls aren’t girls. Cats are going to dog shows.
This can’t be God’s plan; I really miss normal.
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Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever identified with a toilet. I’m flushing with embarrassment.