I Don't Know What A Boys & Girls Club Is, But If It's Only For Two Genders, I Don't Want It
I just moved into my neighborhood and, not to be this person, but I’m totally stunned by how much it’s lacking. Look, I come from a pretty “privileged” background, I admit. But I’ve taken it upon myself to understand other socio-economic classes and social issues. So when I recently moved into these suburbs and saw a Boys & Girls Club I was positively stunned.
I don’t know what a Boys & Girls Club is but, quite frankly, I don’t think I want any part of it. The idea of telling kids they have to choose between two genders sounds backwards and the opposite of progressive.
Kids don’t need to be sat down in a big warehouse and told what gender they are (I’m assuming that’s what they do at the Boys & Girls Club). They need to be doing things like… arts and crafts and after school activities. They need to be building strong bonds with their fellow peers in a safe establishment after school hours. The last thing they need is, and I’m just going off my gut here, to be called “BOY!” And “GIRL!” in a weird cement room with a naked light bulb hanging above them.
Call me crazy.
I grew up in Greenwich Connecticut. I don’t know what that “says” about me but I have my finger on the culture’s pulse. I know what society needs. We need secular Starbucks cups, trans bathrooms, and clean energy. Our kids need a place where they can practice sports and do homework. What if a parent gets held up at work? The children need a safe haven with loving counselors that are trained in tutoring and mentoring.
But instead they have this Boys & Girls Club place which, I’m almost positive, is designed to look like a cafeteria and kids just walk down a line and a man slaps their designated genitalia onto a metal tray.
No, I’ve never been in one and I don’t see how that’s relevant. And no, I don’t have kids. In fact, I’m infertile after trying to in vitro a French Bulldog. Why do you ask?