Even a 10 year old can understand it

Thanks to the power of marketing, my daughter and I had one of the important chats a little earlier than I'd expected. I thought the chat would come later in the day, the usual time for important chats, perhaps at bedtime when it is tooth brushing time and then story time. That's normally when I take the chance to explain gender constructs and the evils of bigoted TERFS, so that my daughter may be prepared for her sacrificial lamb status and life of virtuous sacrifice, but instead, surprisingly it was just before luncheon when we visited the supermarket expressly to buy Smarties, or an Aero. My daughter had somehow seen them advertised, even though I don't normally allow her to watch TV, and she said she would like to try them. She is ten years old, so I agreed to allow this despite knowing that her life would change forever when the colourful sugary chocolate-filled discs or the chocolatey bubbles ventured for the first time into her pristine alimentary canal. There would be no going back.

It was lucky for me that those confections were positioned near the display of Haribo which was branded with TERF wizard school stuff, so I explained that we could buy sweets, but we weren't ever going to buy them again after today, because it was bad enough her wanting to ruin her teeth and her appetite with chocolate, but if she was attracted by the TERF wizard nonsense, she would be dead to me.

Thus we had a short chat in the supermarket about how those stories about wizards and witches are really nazi propaganda for bigoted TERFS, because the author of the stories has made lots of money selling her stories, and they aren't great stories, even though millions of people all over the world have enjoyed reading them, so the author doesn't deserve any money at all, because her stories are stupid and bad, and she can't write, all she can do is get money by bullying everyone.

So my daughter asked if she could just try one small Aero bar please, and she promised never to read the stupid stories, and always to turn her back on sweets that had TERF wizard advertising of any kind. She vowed then and there that she would never, ever taste a Haribo sweet.

What was I saying? Oh yes, I explained that sweets might seem tempting, but once you try one you will hurtle down the red road to Hell and damnation, and it is exactly the same thing when you start reading books about wizards. Don't be tempted, and stop crying, you pathetic little figment of my imagination. And she was sent to bed without any supper.

Thanks to the power of marketing, my daughter and I had one of the important chats a little earlier than I'd expected. I thought the chat would come later in the day, the usual time for important chats, perhaps at bedtime when it is tooth brushing time and then story time. That's normally when I take the chance to explain gender constructs and the evils of bigoted TERFS, so that my daughter may be prepared for her sacrificial lamb status and life of virtuous sacrifice, but instead, surprisingly it was just before luncheon when we visited the supermarket expressly to buy Smarties, or an Aero. My daughter had somehow seen them advertised, even though I don't normally allow her to watch TV, and she said she would like to try them. She is ten years old, so I agreed to allow this despite knowing that her life would change forever when the colourful sugary chocolate-filled discs or the chocolatey bubbles ventured for the first time into her pristine alimentary canal. There would be no going back.

It was lucky for me that those confections were positioned near the display of Haribo which was branded with TERF wizard school stuff, so I explained that we could buy sweets, but we weren't ever going to buy them again after today, because it was bad enough her wanting to ruin her teeth and her appetite with chocolate, but if she was attracted by the TERF wizard nonsense, she would be dead to me.

Thus we had a short chat in the supermarket about how those stories about wizards and witches are really nazi propaganda for bigoted TERFS, because the author of the stories has made lots of money selling her stories, and they aren't great stories, even though millions of people all over the world have enjoyed reading them, so the author doesn't deserve any money at all, because her stories are stupid and bad, and she can't write, all she can do is get money by bullying everyone.

So my daughter asked if she could just try one small Aero bar please, and she promised never to read the stupid stories, and always to turn her back on sweets that had TERF wizard advertising of any kind. She vowed then and there that she would never, ever taste a Haribo sweet.

What was I saying? Oh yes, I explained that sweets might seem tempting, but once you try one you will hurtle down the red road to Hell and damnation, and it is exactly the same thing when you start reading books about wizards. Don't be tempted, and stop crying, you pathetic little figment of my imagination. And she was sent to bed without any supper.

Thanks to the power of marketing, my daughter and I had one of the important chats a little earlier than I'd expected. I thought the chat would come later in the day, the usual time for important chats, perhaps at bedtime when it is tooth brushing time and then story time. That's normally when I take the chance to explain gender constructs and the evils of bigoted TERFS, so that my daughter may be prepared for her sacrificial lamb status and life of virtuous sacrifice, but instead, surprisingly it was just before luncheon when we visited the supermarket expressly to buy Smarties, or an Aero. My daughter had somehow seen them advertised, even though I don't normally allow her to watch TV, and she said she would like to try them. She is ten years old, so I agreed to allow this despite knowing that her life would change forever when the colourful sugary chocolate-filled discs or the chocolatey bubbles ventured for the first time into her pristine alimentary canal. There would be no going back.

It was lucky for me that those confections were positioned near the display of Haribo which was branded with TERF wizard school stuff, so I explained that we could buy sweets, but we weren't ever going to buy them again after today, because it was bad enough her wanting to ruin her teeth and her appetite with chocolate, but if she was attracted by the TERF wizard nonsense, she would be dead to me.

Thus we had a short chat in the supermarket about how those stories about wizards and witches are really nazi propaganda for bigoted TERFS, because the author of the stories has made lots of money selling her stories, and they aren't great stories, even though millions of people all over the world have enjoyed reading them, so the author doesn't deserve any money at all, because her stories are stupid and bad, and she can't write, all she can do is get money by bullying everyone.

So my daughter asked if she could just try one small Aero bar please, and she promised never to read the stupid stories, and always to turn her back on sweets that had TERF wizard advertising of any kind. She vowed then and there that she would never, ever taste a Haribo sweet.

What was I saying? Oh yes, I explained that sweets might seem tempting, but once you try one you will hurtle down the red road to Hell and damnation, and it is exactly the same thing when you start reading books about wizards. Don't be tempted, and stop crying, you pathetic little figment of my imagination. And she was sent to bed without any supper.

What’s your speech if your child wanted a tube of Smarties, or an Aero?

Thanks to Haribo, my daughter and I have had one of the important chats a little earlier than I'd expected.

Sucked in by the power of marketing, she wanted to buy sweets in the supermarket, but they were branded with TERF wizard school stuff, so I explained that we could buy sweets, but not those, and she obviously wanted to know why.

Thus we had a short chat in the supermarket about how there was a person who had created those characters who turned out to be a bully, and she would get money from anything sold that was to do with her work. Then in the car we had a longer chat about trans people in which I was very conscious that my way of explaining who they are might not be the best and I might be putting it badly, but it was better to have the talk now than not at all.

Her current stance is that she is not OK with bullies and has immediately accepted that we don't buy anything that gives them money, and she specifically says she is on the side of trans people because some of them are our friends. Which might not be the perfect motivation, but I'll take it.

Usefully, this also led to a shorter talk about how people should be allowed to love and marry who they like irrespective of gender, but mostly she was surprised that anyone would think otherwise.

Respect is so simple a 10 year old can grasp it.

Thanks to Haribo, my daughter and I have had one of the important chats a little earlier than I'd expected.

Sucked in by the power of marketing, she wanted to buy sweets in the supermarket, but they were branded with TERF wizard school stuff, so I explained that we could buy sweets, but not those, and she obviously wanted to know why.

Thus we had a short chat in the supermarket about how there was a person who had created those characters who turned out to be a bully, and she would get money from anything sold that was to do with her work. Then in the car we had a longer chat about trans people in which I was very conscious that my way of explaining who they are might not be the best and I might be putting it badly, but it was better to have the talk now than not at all.

Her current stance is that she is not OK with bullies and has immediately accepted that we don't buy anything that gives them money, and she specifically says she is on the side of trans people because some of them are our friends. Which might not be the perfect motivation, but I'll take it.

Usefully, this also led to a shorter talk about how people should be allowed to love and marry who they like irrespective of gender, but mostly she was surprised that anyone would think otherwise.

Respect is so simple a 10 year old can grasp it.

The sweets in that car are in the colours of the Irish national flag- I wonder why.
Maybe they are driving the snakes out of Ireland?🐍☘