Lifted from the comments, a tale of self-satisfied inclusiveness from Edmonton, Alberta:
The mother and her 14-year-old daughter had visited the Bonnie Doon Leisure Centre for an afternoon in the pool. However, their plans were derailed by an encounter with the incongruous:
For the innocent and unworldly, that’s fake rubber boobs. Generally of ample proportions, as worn by drag queens. And a penis sling, obviously. I’ll let you Google that one.
The mother promptly backed away from the scene of the psychodrama:
A not unreasonable response. At least until about five minutes ago.
You see, when you’re about to get undressed in a women’s changing room and you realise you’re being watched by a balding pervert in an overtly sexual micro-thong, and with fake rubber knockers attached to his person, this is just part and parcel of being sensitive and inclusive. Apparently, we must learn to embrace modernity and its many sophistications. Especially the ladies.
A female member of staff joined the discussion, which the mother recorded. Sisterhood, however, was not forthcoming:
In response, the staff member explains that “It is the city of Edmonton’s policy that you can use whatever changing room you are most comfortable using.” She goes on to defend the man’s attire, saying, “They can wear whatever they are comfortable wearing.”
Again, penis sling, rubber boobs. Lest we forget.
A subsequent exchange with an officer of the Edmonton Police Service proved equally frustrating, and the mother was told that she was free to “stop using the pool.” Because retreating from intrusion and perversity, ceding space to it, is very in right now.
However, a report was filed:
It was a person’s penis, you see. In the ladies’ changing room.
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