Visit to the William Morris Gallery in Walthamstow today. The gallery’s great, and the building and its gardens are a lovely place to take a family.
But main display in the bookshop is books of gender theory for small children: My Shadow is Pink, Julian is a Mermaid, etc.
It’s because the temporary exhibition is by a queer fashion designer. But frankly, WTF?
These are not books about self-acceptance and gender nonconformity, they are the opposite. Propaganda for a batshit notion dreamed up yesterday that my body is somehow not the real me.
I filled in the feedback form and let them know what I thought.