Janice Turner:

This repellent experiment — in which girls who like trucks or little boys who dress as princesses, and who invariably grow up to be gay, are corralled inexorably down a road towards life-changing treatments — belongs in the book of medical disgraces. As do the cheerleaders who raised money for Mermaids and those who persecuted whistleblowers or damned journalists asking questions as transphobic.

In 50 years, chemically freezing the puberty of healthy children with troubled minds will be regarded with the same horrified fascination as lobotomies — which, never forget, won the Portuguese neurologist Antonio Egas Moniz the 1949 Nobel prize.

As good as it feels when the “told you so” lobe of your brain lights up, I have to admit that I worry a bit about how much my contempt for the human race has increased over the last decade of social experiments. In totalitarian societies, they at least had the excuse of being threatened with prison camps, slave labor, or outright murder. Here, the same people who spent years bravely standing up to imaginary fascism went along with this over nothing more sinister than peer pressure. Hell, I can even sympathize with someone who thinks, “Look, this corporate job is what provides my kids with good health insurance, so if I have to pretend to look awake while some DEI canute lectures us on our privilege, whatever.” But this? You couldn’t even comment on the ludicrous nonsense of gender gnosticism because your worthless Facebook friends might block you? You allowed yourself to be cowed by a cult consisting of overmedicated personality disorders with green hair and tattooed eyelids? You’re too weak to be worth spitting on.