I was prompted to write something about this because Lolsy mentioned it in her own post this morning, and it kind-of triggered something in my head.

She was talking about, but, to summarise, it was a lawsuit regarding giving so-called “puberty blocker” meds to teens. These meds, as the name implies, block puberty, for people who might ultimately want to transition to the other gender.

Lolsy saw this as a sexuality issue, but the judges just said that they thought someone under 16 would be unlikely to give informed consent. I think that “sexuality” came into it as far as realising that this is big-deal treatment, but I think that’s as far as it went.

I have to say, the judges sounded about right to me. The idea of an u16 giving informed consend about anything of this magnitude seems unlikely. In this country, you’re not even allowed to get a tattoo until you’re 18, so the judges were certainly being consistent with existing law. It seems dumb that somebody could start this treatment, but is too young to decorate their bod with Popeye!

But it does raise an interesting issue for me.

The age of criminal responsibility here is 10 years, driving is 17. You can’t start smoking, or drinking, until you’re 18 (smoking was 16 in my day). Also in my day, you had to be 21 before you were allowed to stand for parliament, although that’s also been set to 18 now. And talking about parliament, when women were first given the vote here in 1918, the age was 30. Women gained parity in 1928 (age = 21) and this universal age was dropped only in 1969 (to 18).

My point here is that all these numbers are different. And, seemingly arbitrary.

On the flip-side, we’ve had stories of politicians publishing some quite hateful things, some time ago, and excusing them as immaturity. I was young then (early 20s) but I’m older and wiser now.

So it’s kinda interesting. At what age are we responsible? (who’ll be the first to say “never”?)

Remember When?

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 5 December 2020, onus.

After bribing my child to clean room,
Saw her playing about with a broom,
“Remember my onus!”,
“All I see is your slowness”,
“If you don’t hurry up, you’ll be doomed!”

My Cup Runneth Over

My neice was a woman called Anne,
She decided to poison her man,
But she drank the wrong cup,
It all went tits up,
As she thoroughly muddled her plan.

There’s some more of this family nonsense here: