A steaming litter tray nomination for the fucked-up teacher from Rye College, East Sussex, who called a pupil ‘despicable’ said ‘belonged in an asylum’ and threatened to notify a senior staff member all because the pupil didn’t think other pupils should identity as… CATS.
I know teaching can be stressful, and sometimes you humour kids (like a little chap next door to the house I was working on about ten years ago who went around his garden barking and saying he was a bulldog for a few days), but you really have to wonder if you’ve lost the fucking plot if you start getting angry because a teenager doesnt believe another is a cat.
Rye College isn’t far from my neck of the woods, and I might be more concerned if Brighton – the UK’s answer to San Francisco in many ways and home of genderquare shithousing – wasn”t between us.
I wonder where the teacher learned about Cat being a gender rather than from the felid family in the mammalian class.
Perhaps she’d been ‘on a course’ similiar to the one attended by the Humberside PC who needed to check Harry Miller’s thinking on trans issues was correct.
She may have attended an avante-garde street performance of Cats! in Brighton (featuring an incognito Steven Berkhoff) and fallen in love with Rumpleteaser
I’m not sure what my brother and sister-in-law plan to do for their children.
Right now Japan looks pretty good.
Nominated by Cuntamus Prime.
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Rye College East Sussex
We all jest about identifying as a postbox (or Holly Willoughbys bra) but it would seem crazyness is being taking seriously.
Rye College (They were called schools in my day) in East Sussex thinks its acceptable for a pupil to identify as a cat and unbelievably answer questions with a meow. When another pupil questioned this they were shouted down by a teacher as the cat cried, can cats cry? Seems like one of the more obscure episodes of the twilight zone.
How far down the rabbit hole are we going to go?