Another example of Christian opposition to freedom:
If you call the normalization of mental illnesses freedom, then sure. Gender dysphoria is contagious among certain segments of the population, so I have a hard time believing that it’s normal and healthy to believe you’re in the wrong body. What happened to telling people to be happy with their body and the way they are?
Though comment sections rarely offer anything edifying, I found this comment from your linked article quite agreeable:
The truth is likely somewhere in between. It is misguided to assume that ‘ALL individuals who experience gender dysphoria are born that way’, or that ‘ALL individuals who experience gender dysphoria are confused’. When you start contemplating ALL or NOTHING statements in social or psychological research, you are probably wrong.
It is important that we clarify these issues and determine how best to approach gender dysphoria in these young populations. I could not even imagine the potential regret or harm that young individuals might experience by making decisions at a young age that will impact their entire lives. I absolutely support counselling that includes exploration of social and psychological issues as part of a complete treatment plan. It’s important not to be narrow-minded.
You went into the comments section on an Internet news site and not only came out unscathed, but having found a thoughtful and cogent analysis in there.
I am now considering starting a religion worshipping you, but I’d like to know your opinion on ritual flagellation before I get too far down that road.
If it feels good, do it. Otherwise, buy my miracle spring water instead.
Any restrictions about shellfish?
Never eat any in the presence of prawn aliens.
Any prohibition on pineapple on a pizza?
If I looks like you’re eating a wedge of pineapple, there’s something amiss.
Joe versus the Volcano. Thumbs up or down?
Haven’t seen it.
Play your cards right and you get a shrine dedicated to you, made out of toothpaste, this very night.
It had better be multicoloured toothpaste.
Mine wasn’t, but my kid’s was. Your first shrine smells like bubblegum.