There are so many lessons from so many children's books that could have inoculated us all against this madness -- The Emperor's New Clothes, Little Red Riding Hood, Free to be You and Me -- but yet here we are having to fight for reality and the true protection of young, vulnerable people.
Why exactly would this kind of book be suitable for small children? Why do they need a book about cross-dressing, even innocent cross-dressing (such behavior would, if unprompted by others (especially adults) be innocent)? And name changes? What's that about? Why a book about cross-role-playing? How is calling Max a "queen" any different than the linguistic nonsense of preferred pronouns? I'm mystified.
The point isn’t an any way, shape or form, to create a book like this but to point out to adults that they need to need to stop projecting their own preoccupation on to childish fantasies. The fact that such leading books like My Princess Boy, for instance, do exist is evidence that adults are doing just that. Where the Wild Things are is a reminder that childish fantasy runs its course but what children need most is be able to come home to the real world. When adults take affirm their children’s fantasies, they effectively trap them with the Wild Things forever.
There are so many lessons from so many children's books that could have inoculated us all against this madness -- The Emperor's New Clothes, Little Red Riding Hood, Free to be You and Me -- but yet here we are having to fight for reality and the true protection of young, vulnerable people.
Why exactly would this kind of book be suitable for small children? Why do they need a book about cross-dressing, even innocent cross-dressing (such behavior would, if unprompted by others (especially adults) be innocent)? And name changes? What's that about? Why a book about cross-role-playing? How is calling Max a "queen" any different than the linguistic nonsense of preferred pronouns? I'm mystified.
The point isn’t an any way, shape or form, to create a book like this but to point out to adults that they need to need to stop projecting their own preoccupation on to childish fantasies. The fact that such leading books like My Princess Boy, for instance, do exist is evidence that adults are doing just that. Where the Wild Things are is a reminder that childish fantasy runs its course but what children need most is be able to come home to the real world. When adults take affirm their children’s fantasies, they effectively trap them with the Wild Things forever.