Mark Carney’s daughter Sasha, frequently spun by the media as a cherubic “kid” in pigtails, is actually a 24-year-old Yale grad churning out freelance pieces in Brooklyn. Forget the teddy bear; she’s been writing about her non-binary identity and Tavistock Clinic visits since her teens. But why bother with accuracy when you can slap a “kid” label on her? It’s a cute, cuddly way to dodge her real story and keep Carney looking like the wise, protective dad—while hinting he’s all in on the gender ideology train that says identities can be as fluid as his old Bank of England policies.

This isn’t just lazy journalism; it’s a calculated twofer. Infantilizing Sasha strips her of agency—bye-bye, complex debates about her non-binary life or Yale-honed views—and doubles as a dog whistle that Carney’s a card-carrying believer in gender ideology. Why else let the “kid” narrative slide unless he’s nodding along to the idea that biology’s just a suggestion? It’s a slick move: keep her a helpless prop, sidestep the messy adult reality, and signal his progressive cred without him ever saying a word. Meanwhile, the media gets to skip the nuance and bank on us not noticing.

The deceit’s purpose is as clear as Carney’s Goldman Sachs resume: control the story, polish his image. A “kid” Sasha keeps the spotlight on him as the steady patriarch, not some guy whose grown daughter’s out there challenging norms he’s implicitly endorsed. It’s a bonus that this manipulation paints him as a gender ideology ally—perfect for the woke crowd—while the media rakes in clicks from the saccharine family vibe. They’re not clueless; they’re just betting we’ll swallow the sugarcoated lie over the sharper truth of a 24-year-old living their own life.