I was this week given cause to reflect how many years it has been since I read the story of Hansel and Gretel. I am fifty in just a few months, so it would certainly be over forty years. Yet while scrolling through Twitter, I came across a creepy gender cultist, singing to children about the joy of being found and not lost.
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