The nonsense faced by transgender kids

This is ridiculous:

A South Texas transgender student says his school district is preventing a photo of him in a tuxedo from appearing in his high school's yearbook. 

Who cares what people wear?! This reminds me of the silliness hippies faced over long hair. What possible difference could it make how a person wears his hair? But those who buttress society's walls didn't like it. You couldn't get a job with long hair, and schools incessantly made long-haired kids get a haircut.

What a waste of time. Today, policemen have long hair and earrings and tattoos. So how valuable was that fight over long hair in the 60s? It was so meaningless that it's all but forgotten now.

This is the same story, different flavor. People get all excited when trans kids dress as the "opposite" sex. But that is their sex. Furthermore, people should be able to look however they want (and yes, that includes face veils). Luckily, the article states that the Southern Poverty Law Center is on the case. This kid's going to get to wear his tuxedo in his high school photo. At least, I hope so.

And soon the whole thing will fall down the memory hole. And in ten years, policemen will be able to dress as any sex they want -- changing gender on a daily basis, if that's their wish. End of story.

Update: Issue resolved. Thank you, SPLC

Hair and people: same deal

Yesterday, I got my hair cut. I tossed about 6 inches -- but don't worry. It's still obnoxiously long.

As most women know, hairs are just like people. The longer they've been around, the less of them there are. That's why the ends of long hair can look wispy and lonely. You see, not too many head hairs last long enough to grow super-long. This is similar to the case of old people. If you watch a bunch of old people for decades, their numbers will drop. It's hard to stick around for a really, really long time.

I'm sure there's a moral here, but for now I'll just enjoy the fact that my hair looks fuller. You guys have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

Never mind.

Oy, the dripping

You know how when you're having a glass of V-8, you have to swing your ponytail around to the back so when your mustache absorbs the juice, it doesn't drip all over your hair?

Never mind. Go read Xmas Carol.