The All-Time Worst Job Ever

So how do you officially determine someone’s “gender”? For instance, for issuing a driver’s license, or deciding whether some extremely confused individual is to play for the high school boys’ or girls’ track team?

A law proposed in the South Dakota legislature suggests it be done by “visual inspection,” which is overpaid public employee talk for “looking.” ( )

“All right, now… drop your pants/pull up your dress and let’s have a nice close look-see…”

Can you imagine a more wretched job than “gender inspector,” or whatever else they’d call it? Can you imagine doing that all day? Set up a tent or a booth at the Division of Mother Vehicles office, and everybody stand in line to have your gender inspected.

It’s possible the law might not be passed. There are lawmakers in South Dakota who want to throw out the whole gender business as being beneath the dignity of South Dakota and suitable only to those liberal wackos in New York and California. They are thinking of not even listening to whatever someone says his or her or its “gender” is and just getting the info from a birth certificate.

Currently they are trying to deal with a public school “policy”–overpaid public employee talk for “complete absence of thinking”–that lets high school boys play on the girls’ team if they insist they are girls, and vice versa. There is some sentiment in the legislature for not allowing the whole society to be overturned for some debatable benefit to an almost nonexistent micro-minority.

Meanwhile, don’t forget. No matter what they do to you, no matter what you do to yourself, every single cell of the millions of cells in a male human body contains a Y-chromosome, and every single cell in a female human body doesn’t.

So what we are talking about, really, is bending over backwards to accommodate an imaginary minority.

And then some poor schmo is gonna wind up earning a living by looking at strangers’ genitals all day.