Theatrical Therians
“There’s been a lot of polemic in the UK press about whether the time has come to prohibit schools from forcing female pupils to wear skirts...”
It seems that the trend for teenagers transforming into Furries is waning in favour of becoming Therian. Sorry, what? Come on, keep up. About a year ago we learnt that in UK schools, some pupils were learning to identify as cats or dinosaurs or whatever they wanted to be. Schools were seemingly powerless to stop the nonsense so just went along with it, pandering to their whims.
Quite obviously, with the trans movement covering ground at the time, a loophole existed for any kind of new identity to be acceptable hence the emergence of Furries. But now Furries are being superseded by Therians that don’t identify as animal characters but have feral instincts. This means that they still wear animal masks and tails and like to make animal noises and movements, but they just don’t want to be defined as any particular beast. Still with me?
You have to wonder how teachers in the UK remain sane or rather stay dedicated to teaching. In fact, are they mad too? I mean who in their right mind would voluntarily take on a badly paid role with next to no authority and which is up for daily abuse by the very people you’re trying to educate and actually help? I am eternally grateful to my teacher mother for steering me away from ever thinking about teaching though frankly I never had interest in the idea. My sister, however, could sadly not be dissuaded but was canny enough at least to keep with adult education.
On a serious note, it’s really sad that we have come to this in society. I understand what fun it must be for attention-seeking teens to get up to high jinks in this way and to play the fool for the amusement of their classmates, but it makes a complete mockery of the educational system and the authority of schools. There is a solution though, but it requires tough love. Parents should indeed give in to the whims of their teen Furries or Therians at home and make them live accordingly. In other words, if they claim to be a burrowing beast, they should be made to build and live in their own burrow or den in the garden. Food should only be issued according to what that particular animal or feral beast eats, and this should involve wild foraging.
Naturally, these creatures should not be allowed into a human household or need human fripperies such as pocket money, iPhone, TV or computer or indeed school. After all, what animal would have any need of these things? I imagine that after a few days of living off the land and sleeping in a wet and freezing burrow without hot shower or a lavatory, our little furry and Feral friends might have a change of heart and miraculously become human again.
Who’s wearing the trousers?
There’s been a lot of polemic in the UK press about whether the time has come to prohibit schools from forcing female pupils to wear skirts. The idea is that all pupils regardless of sex should wear trousers. The reason for this is apparently due to the high incidence of up-skirting where male pupils take secret images of girls’ knickers as they’re walking up stairs or playing sport. They often send the images to their chums on social media to humiliate the girl or to gain status. Sad little worms. However, is it right to censor skirts seemingly for the safety of females? I’m not so sure. Many girls like to wear them and so I believe they should be given the choice. The problem is not with the girls but with these warped boys who evidently are not being brought up properly at home.
Why has this become a new craze and why are boys so disrespectful and immature? At my private girls’ school in London, we had to wear skirts at all times, including at sports but of course we didn’t have to cope with pesky boys. All the same, we’d meet the lads from the nearby secondary school at home time and they loved to taunt us, but their only real interest was in our hats. In the winter we wore velour and, in the summers, boaters. They’d knock them off our heads and toss them around on the top of the bus but in fact we all thought it was a bit of a laugh. There was nothing sinister about it. Of course, there were no wretched mobile phones, and, in those days, we actually talked and laughed together. Times have certainly changed and what should be a fun time growing up, full of good-natured mischief is now filled with menace and weirdness in the UK. I’m so glad
I’m not a child in the current era or world. It must be grim.
Sizzling Seville
How I love Seville. I’m just back from my fifth visit and it was a blast. I was actually there to run the Seville marathon so not all about relaxation but once that was done and dusted, it was idyllic to spend a day visiting familiar sights and enjoying the fabulous tapas. The locals are particularly friendly and welcoming, and the spectators of the marathon were wonderful. The atmosphere at the New York marathon is similarly warm and all-embracing but the lovely people of Seville went the extra mile to welcome all of us international runners. A memorable marathon and a fascinating 42km meander through the cultural sights and outskirts. A great way to see the city!