This showed up in my Quora feed, from Beni Habibi. It made me laugh, because this is what I feel like I’m against here in California. Everyone wants to make their special pet project the thing that is emphasized in school to indoctrinate our kids with “Right Think.” They're taking the fun out of childhood.
80 am - I made a snowman.
8:10 am - A feminist passed by and asked me why I didn’t make a snowwoman.
8:15 am – So, I made a snowwoman.
8:17 am – My feminist neighbor complained about the snowwoman’s voluptuous chest, saying it objectified snowwomen everywhere.
8:20 am – The gay couple living nearby threw a hissy fit and moaned it could have been two snowmen, instead.
8:22 am – The transgender man…woman…person asked why I didn’t just make one snowperson with detachable parts.
8:25 am – The vegans at the end of the lane complained about the carrot nose, as veggies are food and not to decorate snow figures with.
8:28 am – I was being called a racist because the snow couple was white.
8:30 am – I used food coloring to make one of the snow couple a different color and to be more racially inclusive.
8:37 am – I was accused of using a black face on the snowman…person.
8:39 am – The Middle Eastern gent across the road demanded that the snowwoman be covered up.
8:40 am – The police arrived saying someone had been offended.
8:42 am – The feminist neighbor complained, again, that the broomstick of the snowwoman needed to be removed because it depicted women in a domestic role.
8:43 am – The council equality officer arrived and threatened me with eviction.
8:45 am – TV news crews from ABC showed up. I was asked if I know the difference between snowmen and snow-women? I replied, “Snowballs.” and am now called a sexist!
90 am – I was on the news as a suspected terrorist, racist, homophobic, and sensibility offender, bent on stirring up trouble during a difficult winter.
9:10 am – I was asked if I have any accomplices. My children were taken by social services.
9:30 am – Far-left protesters offended by everything marched down the street, demanding I be arrested.
9:45 am – The boss called and fired me because of all of the negative association with work that had been all over social media.
100 am – I cry into my drink because all I wanted to do was build a snowman.
Moral: There is no moral to this story. It is what this world has become, because of a bunch of snowflakes.
