The whole Schuyler Bailar situation makes me sad. Bailar isn't a sympathetic character now, cashing in on social justice influencer dollars and posting corny shirtless activist shit, but her family doomed her from the beginning.
Just look at this:
What kind of parent talks to their kid about growing up in terms of how guys will want her? Especially when she's shown no interest in guys and huge potential in an activity at which she can excel in her own right. Just fucking nurture her natural gifts. Stop dreaming about raising a beautiful woman and focus on the girl you have. Most parents would be over the moon to have such an accomplished daughter: good student, star athlete, headed for Harvard and who knows what beyond. These fuckers just had to act like that wasn't enough and give her a complex that drove her to throw away her athletic career.
This is supposed to be heartwarming, but it's nightmare stuff to me. The grandmother didn't
know that Schuyler was transgender. She knew that Schuyler was a tomboy. That's it. And that's fine. Nothing in Schuyler's story suggests intense sex dysphoria from childhood, just tomboyish behavior within a normal range for girls who grow up to be butch. She had an eating disorder, as many female athletes do when puberty changes their bodies. That doesn't mean her spirit is male.
It really sounds like the family was so reluctant to love an excellent dyke daughter that they traded her for a mediocre trans son. Now he makes a living posting soulless Instagram graphics about his identity because his achievements aren't special enough to speak for themselves. Tragic.
