LA School District Wants Kids To Learn Pronouns, And Look At Boudoir Photos While They’re At It

Commies gonna commie and gr*omers gonna groom. An LA school district shared a preferred pronoun video entitled “Smarter in Seconds,” which is bad in and of itself, but this particular video encouraged viewers (you know, the school children) to check out the speaker Addison Vincent’s “absolutely gorgeous boudoir photos as well”.

There’s nothing wrong with boudoir photography. I know lots of military wives who’ve done shoots to send to their husbands on long deployments and new moms who want to find their groove again. I also know that when and IF they ever show someone else these private photos, they tend to keep one hand cupped to deter prying eyes or do it when random people and especially children are not around. Some things are for grown up eyes only!

One way to describe boudoir photography is that it shows the raw emotion, natural beauty, and vulnerability of the subject. Another possible description is that it’s racy and intimate, filled with suggestive poses and very little clothing. Where each individual photo falls on the range of artsy versus trashy has everything to do with the photographer and the person being photographed, so in actuality some kinds of boudoir photography can be quite nice while others border on being trailer park p*rn. I’m going to go out on a limb and say neither kind is designed for children.

I don’t know what kind of artsy j’ai ne sais quois Addison Vincent was going for, but I do know he doesn’t have any hair on his balls. And now the children of the Los Angeles Unified School District do, too.

Addison goes by they/them. I call people with nut sacks him. Apparently you can make up your own gender rules these days, and this is one of mine, so don’t come at my with your version of the rules. I prefer my own.

Vincent and Blair Imani (a self proclaimed bisexual Muslim. . . I don’t know, I don’t get how that works in her community either) created a video explaining how you should always ask people their pronouns, because it is impossible to assume them. I mean, we’ve all been using our eyes to make assumptions for years now, but they want you to believe that’s not normal. Vincent quotes Alok Vaid-Menon, a trans activist who has said that little girls are “kinky” and who aided Demi Lovato in coming out as non-binary (before she reverted back to using female pronouns), saying “gender is not what we look like to other people, it’s what we know ourselves to be.” I’m not going to trust anyone who calls little girls kinky, but I also think testicles make you a male; I’ve got all kinds of weird ideas.

You may remember Addison Vincent as one of the activists who appeared opposite Matt Walsh to debate transgenderism on Dr. Phil’s show. If you haven’t seen it, it’s worth the watch. And it’s important to note that both Vincent and the other activist guest, neither of whom could define the term “woman,” claimed to have suffered nightmares and PTSD after the conversation with Walsh. That’s simply not someone I want to inform my children on anything. Let’s work on ourselves first, m’kay?

Here’s the thing: I don’t care if you’re gay, straight, or one of those tree humpers; my kids don’t need to know. They simply shouldn’t know. I don’t need to know that and I’m a grown person, but if my kid is in your middle school, high school, or heavens to goodness ELEMENTARY school class, there’s absolutely NO reason to discuss those parts of your personal life with them. Some people seem to think there’s a gray area, but there’s really not. Not your gender identity or sexual preferences, and certainly not the sexy-time photos that you took for your boo or yourself. So why would you bring in outside characters to tell students those things? It’s not okay.

Besides that, preferred pronouns are just that– what YOU prefer. I have a preference in cheeses, goat cheese and shaved parmesan above all others. I have a preference in beverages. I have a preference in hair conditioner brands, in breakfast times, in how high the seat sits when I drive. You are not required to carry the cheese I prefer or offer me the beverage of my choice because I’m in your presence. You are not required to adjust your seat to where I position mine. My preferences have nothing to do with you, and your preferences have nothing to do with me. You can tell me your preferences, obviously. And then I may acknowledge them, affirm them, or ignore them according to my own preferences. Can we please stop teaching kids that they should change their environment to fit their personal demands, and if the community doesn’t comply, one should throw a hissy fit until they do?

No one cares what you prefer, just like no one cares what I prefer. And they really don’t have to! I mean, do you, boo. Just leave everyone else out of it. As a former school teacher, I didn’t even dress like myself. I wore school appropriate clothing, I took out my nose ring while I was at work, and I stuck to the subject matter I was hired to teach. Crazy, I know, but more people should try it.

Social media posts talking about Vincent’s photos are labeled “potentially sensitive content” (I used a cropped version for the article because I swear that camera was focused ON the perineum), and you have to pass a warning label to get to them. Meanwhile, students in Los Angeles are given a flashing neon link, because those are your tax dollars hard at work in the dumpster fire that is California. At this point, the only thing left to do is turn that liberal hellhole into a giant parking lot for going to the beach, picking up wine, or stopping to stretch your legs on a road trip to Mexico. Anything else is a waste of space. Sorry to our readers in California! But seriously, damn! I’ve had enough “equity and inclusion” to last a lifetime.