A study from A&M University, Texas shows what every sane parent already knows: boys are different from girls:

Boys are genetically programmed to prefer Bob the Builder to Barbie dolls, say scientists.

Tests involving children as young as three months suggest biological differences and not social pressures dictate which toys children like to play with.

The U.S. study looked at babies aged three to eight months – before they can identify even the gender of other people.

Undaunted by mere science, gender confusion marches onward in Sweden where parents of a 2 year old declare by fiat that gender is a social construction, even though science, common sense and bodily apparatus says it isn’t. The truly repulsive part of this is that the “parents” are sacrificing their own child to further their miserably twisted delusions:

A couple of Swedish parents have stirred up debate in the country by refusing to reveal whether their two-and-a-half-year-old child is a boy or a girl.

Pop’s parents, both 24, made a decision when their baby was born to keep Pop’s sex a secret. Aside from a select few – those who have changed the child’s diaper – nobody knows Pop’s gender; if anyone enquires, Pop’s parents simply say they don’t disclose this information.

In an interview with newspaper Svenska Dagbladet in March, the parents were quoted saying their decision was rooted in the feminist philosophy that gender is a social construction.

“We want Pop to grow up more freely and avoid being forced into a specific gender mould from the outset,” Pop’s mother said. “It’s cruel to bring a child into the world with a blue or pink stamp on their forehead.”

The news media’s nauseating gushing about Michael Jackson’s death is a prime illustration of what is wrong with the cult of celebrity in our declining civilisation. From the family lawyer telling us he has been crying to the effusive ageustia of empty-headed Hollywood entertainment merchants – enough!

Jackson was abused as a child, possibly abused other children, was sufficiently obsessed with his appearance to have repeated operations that transformed his face into a grotesque mask, lived in the type of fantasy world that only an excess of money and ego can provide and was addicted to drugs.

The truly sad thing about Michael Jackson was that he was a victim of the sycophancy that accompanies celebrities, most of whom have characters that are too feeble to cope with it. He is being hailed as a pop icon – an object of uncritical devotion; Mother Teresa may have been closer to deserving this kind of adulation, but her death was largely ignored.

In case anyone is wondering, no, I don’t like his music.