Gender Activists Want You to Stop Assuming the Gender of Skeletons

On today’s segment of “What’s Not Allowed Anymore…”

Apparently, if you’re an anthropologist, you can no longer assume that the skeletons you dig up are male or female.

According to The College Fix:

It is possible to determine whether a skeleton is from a biological male or female using objective observations based on the size and shape of the bones. Criminal forensic detectives, for example, do it frequently in their line of work.

But gender activists argue scientists cannot know how an ancient individual identified themselves.

“You might know the argument that the archaeologists who find your bones one day will assign you the same gender as you had at birth, so regardless of whether you transition, you can’t escape your assigned sex,” tweeted Canadian Master’s degree candidate Emma Palladino last week.

Palladino, who is seeking an advanced degree in archaeology, called assigning biological sex to an ancient human “bullshit.”

She is not alone. Gender activists have formed a group called the Trans Doe Task Force to “explore ways in which current standards in forensic human identification do a disservice to people who do not clearly fit the gender binary.”

Are we afraid of hurting their feelings?

We take one step closer to the cliff every day. . .

The worst part of it is we keep letting it happen. We need to call this what it is: laughable.

Determining whether a skeleton was male or female is necessary if we want to evaluate the historical significance of the finding. Anybody who argues otherwise is missing the point. We learn a lot about the lives and contributions of women this way (not that anybody can define what that is anymore).

With there being only two categories to pick from regarding “biological identity,” you’re bound to make someone angry. That “someone” is most likely one of the entitled, hypersensitive brats that I happen to share a generation with, but do you know who won’t be angry? The people who are being exhumed. It probably hurts their feelings more that THEY’RE DEAD.

They’ve been dead so long that they probably wouldn’t know what the hell we’re talking about anyway. I’m living right now and I don’t see the point in it.

We live at a time where nothing can be assumed. The factual basis for every argument is slowly being eradicated. There will always be someone who disagrees with something, but we used to have a foundation from which to begin an exchange of ideas.

If we’re going to progress any further as a society, we need to be able to go about our lives without needing someone to give us a daily briefing on what rules have changed overnight. But that’s just the point, isn’t it? Us lowly rubes aren’t supposed to progress without the government telling us it’s ok. How would we know what to do with ourselves without their boundless wisdom and care for our well-being?

I guess I need to start deciding what to put on my headstone. . . just so there’s no confusion.