Hee! The article mentions my book:

It began as a offhand remark. “Hey, what if we just didn’t tell?” And then Stocker found a book in his school library called X: A Fabulous Child’s Story by Lois Gould. The book, published in 1978, is about raising not a boy or a girl, but X. There’s a happy ending here. Little X — who loved to play football and weave baskets — faces the taunting head on, proving that X is the most well-adjusted child ever examined by “an impartial team of Xperts.”

I vaguely recall reading that X book in school. It must have been second or third grade, I think. I remember a lot of the kids analyzing the story for clues to determine whether X was really a boy or a girl, which probably wasn't what the teacher intended when she assigned it.

It's right under item 20,306: Worrying about corkboards becoming animate and eating me.

I'm a right bitch, I am. MWAHAHAHAHA!

It's been two years since Popgate broke. All those breatlessly horrified people and, from anything I can find on Google, no one has bothered to follow up and see if Pop has felt like revealing Pop's gender yet -- Pop is nearly 4 1/2 now.

I wonder how long you can go with that before the requirements of public restrooms force the issue. Once you get to school locker rooms, it would have to be declared one way or another, I would think.

Well, those kids are being homeschooled.

At the very least, if noticeable tits show up, that cat's out of the bag.

Well, I don't think the idea is to keep the secret forever but to allow the child to choose it's likes/interests etc on it's own. So that nobody will be making judgements on what the kid should be like based on whether s/he's a boy or a girl.

I know with Pop, and it seems with Storm, its really a matter of avoiding the frenetic PINK OR BLUE!?!?!? imprinting infants and toddlers are subject to.

The articles keep saying "genderless" but that's not quite it -- more like "gender necessary". It really isn't necessary for the lady at the Shop Rite to declare that strong kicking means a football player or a ballerina -- nor is it necessary for the kid to hear it.

I felt like going all anarchist on a toy store and burning the shit down when I found a three pack of pink and white soccer, foot, and basket balls for two year old girls. Really? Seriously? Shut the fuck up, people.

I'm kinda okay with that. I don't think it's a battle the parents can win, but why not spare the kid a little of it if they can? It's so ridiculous at this point anyway.

Okay. To do in the next hour: shower, dress, staple brochures, pack all the CRASH Japan stuff, feed self, dog, and spouse, check on spouse, Walgreens on the way for Advil, Nyquil, kleenexes, something I misremember, get to rehearsal.

Oh, and water the plants. I forgot to water the plants even after telling you guys. Doing it now.