I don’t think anyone could have explained any of this to our grandparents and have it make sense. “In the future, being a boy and girl is based on what toys and dresses and haircuts you want.” “What about having a dick or a vagina?” “If you wear a dress you’re a girl, grandma, quit being a bigot.” “I don’t understand what it is I’m being prejudiced about or anything you just said.” “Everyone also gets to choose their own pronouns.” “Can’t I just call them by their name or our relationship? Like my friend Billy or something like that?” “NO YOU CAN’T GRANDMA, that’s violence against them.” “Are you trying to tell me I have dementia? Nothing makes sense right now. Is your gibberish a symptom of my own dementia?”