“God, what a horrible woman.”
I have sons, lots of them. You have no idea of the battles I’ve fought against these pig-ignorant feminists in the schools. Fortunately, I’m from a long line of fighters.
One, in one of my sons’ third grade class had the nerve to tell me “I don’t like little boys,” and “can’t you see I’m pregnant” as a last resort attempting to appeal to our shared “sisterhood.”
My sons are great guys, good men and I am very proud of them. These feminists are disgusting, hateful witches.
I had three brothers, and I am appalled at the thought process behind this woman’s behavior and treatment of her sons.
My mother and father raised us boys to respect women, and to treat them as equals in our relationships. They taught us by example, and they taught us by making clear to us in words what they expected from us as men, and how important to us it would be for our own futures to make sure we took the lessons to heart.
Granted, my father was not one for these types of verbal lessons, he taught by example, but my mother was very clear.
Those lessons can be difficult (but possible) to teach in a context of a single mother, but when the actions of the mother and absence of a man make learning by example even more difficult, having a feminist, man-hating, verbally abusive moonbat as a mother makes it nearly impossible.
Pray for those boys.
Ditto
I told the school they have no idea how to teach boys. They were pushing pills for little boys who wanted to run and play like little boys will at the time. The battles I had!
When I was in the fourth grade, the female teacher was so biased against boys that the girls in the class were embarrassed, and complained to the principle. She was reassigned to a non-teaching role.
Of course, this was 1964, in the best school district in Oregon. I doubt that would happen, today.