Phil Eiger Nemann, The G-Bomb, 2021.
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I’d been vaguely and reluctantly aware of the term “gender reveal party” for years, and without bothering to look into it, I always presumed it was some wacky sort of shindig that trannies threw when they wanted to expose their shiny new $100,000 surgical cybernetic genitals to their friends, family, clergy, therapists, nieces, nephews, probation officers, and meth dealers.
How wrong I was!
It wasn’t until yesterday — when, intrigued by the story of an upstate New York man accidentally killing himself while building an explosive device for a gender reveal party — that I learned this is something that normal, unexceptional, and often morbidly obese heterosexual couples do to announce that the sonogram results show that the fetus is undoubtedly a boy or a girl — none of this “gender they were assigned at birth” or “one’s gender and one’s sex are two entirely different things” gobbledygook for these red-blooded, fag-hatin’ American breeders, nuh-uh, no way.
As a homo writer for a homo website once opined, “If there’s two things straight people love its [sic] sports and gender reveal parties.”
On February 21, 28-year-old father-to-be Christopher Pekny of Liberty, NY, was killed in the midst of assembling some sort of pipe bomb for his still-embryonic spawn’s gender-reveal party. His brother Michael, 27, was injured in the blast. Their older brother, Peter Pekny — try saying that ten times fast — told the New York Times that the fraternal tragedy was “the freakiest of freak accidents that I could ever imagine.”
It was to me, too, Peter Pekny, until I read up on the subject. As far as I can discern, gender-reveal parties have killed and maimed more people in the past few years than “white supremacy” has. Who knew?
Only twelve days before the Pekny brothers’ gender-baby pipe bomb blew Christopher Pekny to smithereens, 26-year-old Evan Thomas Silva was struck and killed by shrapnel from a small antique novelty cannon in Gaines Township, MI in the midst of, you guessed it, another gender reveal party that turned fatal.
That makes two children who will never know their fathers — and, at the risk of tiptoeing on some feelings here, that makes two children who will probably be deeply scarred for life with an indelible sense of embarrassment at why they never met their fathers.
And if their fathers did it for attention — say, for Instagram likes or YouTube views — can anyone blame their children for being ashamed?
Why are they using bombs, you might ask? Because it’s not a truly bitchin’ gender reveal party unless you blow something up and the smoke turns out to be either pink or blue. I remember back before fetal sonograms when proud fathers gave out cigars if it was a boy and left it at that. I’m not sure if they gave out anything if it was a girl — things were actually that wonderful a half-century ago when the vestiges of a true patriarchy still existed.
In October 2019, a 56-year-old wife, mother, and grandmother named Pamela Kreimeyer was instantly killed by flying shrapnel that was hurtling with such force that it finally landed in a field over 100 yards past where it slammed into the woman’s head and killed her. Although it’s unclear what her relation was to the unborn fetus, the hapless Ms. Kreimeyer was attending a backyard gender reveal party in the humble burg of Knoxville, IA when an improperly assembled explosive device exploded improperly. It is alleged that the unborn child’s parents had intended to film the event for social media. The day after Kreimeyer’s death, another gender-reveal bomb exploded in Iowa with such force that people felt it two miles away, although there were no injuries reported.
At a 2017 gender reveal party in Ohio — which turned out to be a fake party, because the “pregnant” woman in question turned out to be lying about her pregnancy — one woman was fatally shot, bullets blinded her husband in one eye and left him brain-damaged, and their two children were shot but survived. The woman who claimed to be pregnant was white and was shot in the thigh; her accused shooter, Vandell Slade, is black, and I note both his name and his race only because black people give their children undeniably funny names.
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Since they tend to involve incendiary devices because people apparently aren’t content sending out Hallmark cards to announce life-changing events anymore, gender reveal parties have resulted in several devasting wildfires. In April 2017, an off-duty Arizona Border Patrol agent named Dennis Dickey shot a “high-velocity firearm” that exploded an object containing a blue powder — it’s a boy! But he did it in the middle of a field that immediately was set ablaze and resulted in what was known as the “Sawmill Fire” — torching 47,000 acres and causing $8 million in property damage.
That same month, a fire that started at a Florida gender reveal party incinerated 10 acres.
In September 2020, a “smoke-generating pyrotechnic device” at a gender reveal party in Yucaipa, CA, burning over 20,000 acres, destroying 10 buildings, and, depending on whom you ask, killing anywhere from one to 25 people. It became known as both the “El Dorado Fire” and the “Gender Reveal Fire.”
A Louisiana man almost got his hand bitten off while attempting to feed an alligator a watermelon filled with blue Jell-O at a low-rent backyard gender reveal party. A low-flying crop duster crashed in Texas in the midst of dropping 350 gallons of pink water on a field during a 2019 gender reveal. A New Jersey dad-to-be broke his ankle on Father’s Day in 2018 after kicking the pink powder out of a football to the delight and horror of friends and loved ones. And if the audible laughter is any indication, friends and loved ones were mostly delighted when an expectant dad who intended to shoot blue powder out of an air cannon shot himself in the balls instead, possibly neutering himself and making this the last of his gender reveal parties.
When did this madness begin?
Most sources trace the birth — or is it explosive afterbirth? — of the gender reveal party to a blogger named Jenna Karvunidis, who in 2008 revealed that her fetus would be born a girl. Her “reveal” was accomplished via pink frosting inside a party cake that she filmed and posted to social media, where it garnered her more attention than she’d probably had in 10,000 previous incarnations.
The trend spread like herpes through social media outlets as attention-starved couples sought to outdo one another with pyrotechnics and theatrics at the crucial and climactic “reveal” segment of the party, which often comes after much guessing and silly “Team Pink” and “Team Blue” parlor games.
Although research suggests that gender reveal parties are predominantly a white, middle-class, American phenomenon, the alleged “Biggest Gender Reveal Ever” involved a pair of “Saudi Arabian influencers” who in 2020 paid an estimated $100,000 to have the world’s tallest building — the Burj Khalifa in Dubai — lit up bright blue to announce the pending arrival of their baby boy. As of this writing, the YouTube video for their extravagant gender reveal has racked up more than 33 million views.
But not everyone has that kind of cash, so they’ll risk blowing off their face in exchange for clicks and likes.
If you’re not stupid or brainwashed, you’d realize that the only lesson here is that you shouldn’t be so hungry for attention that you risk crippling yourself or having your child raised by a single parent and having that child grow up to hate you for being a fucking idiot.
But there are, mais bien sûr, those who want to make even this into a sociopolitical issue. These are the killjoys who can’t just sit back and enjoy the slapstick, those who warn us that the real danger is that gender reveal parties perpetuate that transphobic “myth” that “boys” and “girls” exist and that when a woman becomes pregnant, the FIRST thing most people want to know is whether it’s a boy or a girl.
After 2019’s Gender Reveal Fire in California, Jenna Karvunidis — Earth Mother of the Gender Reveal Party — stated on Facebook that she wished she’d never birthed this trend since not only did it lead to death and destruction, it led people to think it matters whether the baby will be a boy or a girl:
Oh my god NO. The fire that evacuated parts of California is from a GENDER REVEAL PARTY. Stop it. Stop having these stupid parties. For the love of God, stop burning things down to tell everyone about your kid’s penis. No one cares but you. . . . Who cares what gender the baby is? . . . I did at the time because we didn’t live in 2019 and didn’t know what we know now — that assigning focus on gender at birth leaves out so much of their potential and talents that have nothing to do with what’s between their legs. . . . Toxic masculinity is men thinking they need to explode something because simply enjoying a baby party is for sissies.
Karvunidis also recently “revealed” that her baby girl whose imminent birth launched this deadly trend in 2008 is now a girl on the cusp of adolescence who wears suits and cuts her hair short.
Predictable. These social-media moms bunny-hop from one trend to the next.
Back here on Planet Earth, we realize that gender reveal parties have killed far more people, wrecked many more families, torched much more property, and devastated unforgivably large swaths of this once-beautiful land in the past few years than the imaginary demon bugaboos of “transphobia” and “white supremacy” could ever hope to destroy.
After all, shouldn’t terrorism involve at least a few crudely made bombs?
Until we realize that gender reveal parties constitute the true domestic terrorism, we will limp through a smoke-hazed battlefield as a pathetic, battered, and confused nation.
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36 comments
Eventually, the smoke that emits from each and every one of the reveal party
baby bombs will be the non-binary, well-blended color of pastel purple.
You can have whatever colour of smoke you want, you can gender identify as a pinecone, at the end of the day there will always be Males and Females and no matter how many artificial hormones you take or how much you cut up and contort your body you will never change biological sex .
The whole thing is just one big virtue signal and ego trip of a tiny minority of very very mentally ill and narcissistic people.
You kinda missed one of the important subtexts. When Karvunidis came out against her own invention back in September, one of her reasons is that she got upset that fathers were jubilant about having sons. Left to the devices of men, these things would have never been invented. Unless the men were gay, in which case they would have, just to have another reason to organize a theatrical production. But really, GRPs were invented by a woman and spread among women to feed the attention-seeking narcissism of women.
As far as Karvunidis’s son coming out as non-binary (at 12?), I don’t know whether to think that’s ironic or apropos; Ironic because the child from the world’s first gender reveal party doesn’t want to be officially affixed to a gender, apropos because he is every bit his attention-seeking mother’s attention-seeking son.
First the SDS blows up its own house in fashionable Greenwich Village
https://counter-currents.com/2020/10/the-terrorist-left-of-the-1970
now this. Is Ted Kascinski the only one who can safely assemble AND deliver a pipe bomb? The man really is a frickin’ genius.
I guess I am stuck in the wayback machine where new babies are celebrated by the mother’s best friend hosting a baby shower, where female-only friends attend and bring gifts.
What madness of a world is this you write of???
People blowing up themselves and others? Pipe bombs? Good lord.
I’m disappointed in this article. I’ve come to expect black-pilled black humor from your articles, and look forward to the cathartic hate and rage which makes the rest of my day so much more relaxed. But now you put out an article showing that Darwin in some small way is still active, and the tiny ray of hope that gives me for the future makes the rest of my day shitty due to realizing that is the only ray of hope.
Give me back my hate and rage, please. I need it.
If the current political climate and predominant culture have resulted in nothing your compulsive and constant obsession with Negroes, congratulations, you’ve allowed them to win. The goal of making fun of Negroes and Negro-lovers, like Jim does, is to simply shrug off their absurd obsession with the incessant promotion and aggrandizement of blacks by making fun of them. I would be with you on the criticism of that type of behavior. But hate only devours your mind and soul like it does blacks when they’re always hating whites for every single problem in their lives.
“Waaah hate is bad”
LOL pathetic.
How quaint that these people celebrate the ‘gender’ of a ‘clump of cells.’ Normal people celebrate the joy of having a baby (regardless of its sex) with their beloved spouse. And ‘reveal’ implies these folks keep anything a secret, rather than posting it on faceborg for all and sundry.
I hate people.
This cracked me up. My wife and I refused to do gender reveal parties for either of our kids because, on some instinctive level, we knew something like this might happen.
In my day, gender was, “in grammar, subclassification of a form class (or part of speech) in which the members of the subclass have characteristic features of agreement with other words.” (The Columbia Encyclopedia, Third Edition.) E.g., die Welt; der Flughafen. I.e., having nothing necessarily to do with biological sex. The Usual Suspects have quietly introduced this term into the public discourse in order to confuse untermenschen and condition them to the idea that sex is merely for fun, and gender a mode of self-expression.
Let us spit this rubbish from our lips.
Yes. They should be called ‘sex-reveal parties’.
In my day, we left our retarded babies out in the woods. Now whuddah thunk they’d eventually reappear as Log Cabin Republicans?
I forwarded this article to my wife, hoping to share in a good laugh. She was not amused. Below is the transcript of our correspondence:
Me:
And this is why we will never do a gender reveal party:
https://counter-currents.com/2021/02/gender-reveal-parties/
Wife:
Let’s make fun of white middle-class American families. It’s so easy, they are so dumb, aren’t they?
Is this really worth an article? Sorry am not finding this funny
Me:
I believe the author is not critiquing these people as white middle-class Americans as such but as narcissistic, attention-seeking products of the modern world. If people have degenerated to the point where they desperately seek the attention of others for a momentary hit of dopamine, it needs to be pointed out. These people can be saved, but only if they recognize the depths to which they have fallen. And if we can have a good laugh along the way, why not?
My Wife:
Are gender-reveal parties fake and gay: Yes
Do we live in clown-world: Yes
Are most people corrupted by the culture: Yes
Do we really want to make fun of the few white families that are still growing? I get that it’s « funny » to watch the world burn but I just don’t see how this is helping.
Only white men seem to use this self-depreciating sense of humor (against oneself or their own race) and I just don’t find it helpful if not downright destructive at the moment.
Sorry Jim, I tried to stand up for ya, but the wife has spoken…
Geez, thanks for sharing the delightful anecdote of being browbeaten by your wife.
Hilarious!
He should ask his controlling, castrating wife how it helps white civilization to have fathers taken out of the equation with a bomb blast because they were starved for internet fame.
Henpecking wives are a far greater threat to whatever this anonymous commenter wishes to preserve than this article could ever hope to be.
The problem is not the henpecking wives…it’s the weak men that met those wives henpeck them
*let…not met
She sounds based
Jim’s wife doesn’t even know he writes these things!
Not only did I not even know the gender of my son until the day he was born, I also did not allow people to feel my stomach like it were an attraction at the county Fair. Dignity apparently left the building the same time shame did.
What kind of a party are they going to throw when the ‘baby’ grows up and announces that it is NOT that gender!
The Authentic Gender Reveal. It’s like Thomist metaphysics – there is the gender essence and the gender accident.
Jim Goad is really a reason to love Counter-Currents even more!
Do black people do gender reveal parties in two shades of purple?
On February 21, 28-year-old father-to-be Christopher Pekny of Liberty, NY…
I guess not.
I’m just waiting for our cultural marxist masters to go beyond disapproving gender reveal parties to approving abortion parties, particularly if it’s a White baby.
Don’t. Say. That.
Don’t say that? Why not? White genocide is and has been a real thing for decades already. The BEST thing our “cultural Marxist Masters” could do for our cause is something along the lines of “promoting white abortion parties” if this doesn’t completely redpill the normiecons then nothing will.
RIP Chris Pekny of the Robin Hood Diner of Liberty New York. I guess they’ll never have a blue plate special again.
I see some hopeful signs in these gender reveal parties. Maybe the older and wiser can guide and channel these impulses into something like a pinata party. But at least they’re involved in reproduction and are rejecting androgyny.
This is a superb article. Thank you very much, Mr. Goad, it really brightened up my evening.
I had read of this bomber man, but had no idea that ‘gender reveal’ (like you, vaguely heard of it, thought it meant something else) had such a disastrous history.
It may be unhealthy to laugh at idiots dead from idiocy, and I am sincerely sorry for the dead, bereaved, and burnt out, but the whole is hilarious in an ugly way.
I burst out laughing at least four times while reading (in a public place).
Needed the lift in spirits tonight, thank you again.
Gender should not replace “sex”. Gender refers to the grammatical gender of nouns. At a pinch, you could say it refers to the idea that sexual roles are socially defined – but even that argument becomes difficult to sustain at a point. Where you are revealing biological sex, there is no call for referring to it as “gender”. And “reveal” is a verb, not a noun. Gender reveal party? This is what is really a Baby’s Sex Announcement Party – although such events are downmarket and tacky.
As a Brit who has led a sheltered life, I find this article quite astonishing.
I remember when the only bomb parents had to worry about was the F bomb.
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