Separating the Girls From the Boys

 Interesting stories, and exactly correct.

There’s a story about the greatest of all heroes, Achilles. His mother, Thetis, terrified that her son will meet an early death at Troy, forced him into hiding, dressed up as a woman in the crowd of daughters of King Lycomedes of Skyros. Clever Odysseus, tasked with collecting heroes for the war, brought a trunk of gifts for the princesses, with a sword hidden in the pile of dresses and jewelry. As the real princesses delighted over the contents of that chest, the false princess half-heartedly stood by until the glint of cold steel caught his eye. Springing forward, Achilles seized the sword and roared, “and this, this is for me!”

I was reminded of this rather obscure tale the other day as I watched my two-year-old son pick through the frilly pink piles of his sisters’ dress-up clothes strewn across the playroom floor. He was in search of his cap gun. At the age of two, his maleness is just beginning to dawn on him. For a brief moment, babies are all basically alike—little smiling balls of fat and spit-up who stare in wide-eyed awe at the world around them. By two, however, most little girls desire princess dresses while most boys seek their swords. ...

99+% of parents have seen exactly this scenario.

So when "educators," "doctors," and "psychiatrists" get together and ask "Who do you believe?  Me, or your lying eyes?"  The answer--which should be delivered with a hard backhand across their face--is "My eyes, you miserable Satanist!"