“If sex isn’t real, there’s no same-sex attraction. If sex isn’t real, the lived reality of women globally is erased. I know and love trans people, but erasing the concept of sex removes the ability of many to meaningfully discuss their lives.”– J.K. Rowling
Well now, she’s a bit late to the Mad Hatter’s tea party! See my blog title, “See, There’s this Thing Called Biology?” I said it first, way before Harry was even pottered. I was the “social outcast,” the “unclean,” a victim of the “cancel culture” way before it was even cool.
Gender is a biological reality.
I am chuckling here, but we should probably all pray for poor J.K., because she’s just hit the motherlode of all “no no’s,” the trifecta of all social faux pas by daring to suggest something akin to, I think biological sex might be real. Please sir, is it possible that the experiences of women born women have any value of their own? If it’s not too much trouble, could I be allowed to just keep my ability to meaningfully discuss my own life?
Like duh JK, that would be a resounding “No!” You have the right to remain silent and to submit to your much wiser male counterparts…..who have now hijacked your very biological I-dentity. If anything needs to be said about the nature of lived womanhood, the trans-advocates will be saying it for you now.
Besides simply blowing off some steam observing the even more irrational side of our culture wars, I wanted to address something else, the way people are being forced to apologize, to justify themselves, or to issue disclaimers. You can see an example in JK’s words, “I know and love trans people..”
I speak of this constant need to write a disclaimer, to launch a pre-emptive defense against accusations that haven’t even come yet, but they’re in the mail. I love trans people! I am not a racist! Some of my best friends are gay! All religions have value!
I realize I am not a transgendered man and therefore probably unworthy to speak of issues relating to women, but I shall self identify as one and mansplain anyway.
Quite simply, Ladies, never apologize for what you think or believe and never ask anyone’s permission to do so, either! You do not have to molly coddle, hold anyone’s hand, or reassure them that their feelings take precedent over yours. That is an exceedingly female thing to do, and it is awesome to be empathetic, to want to be friends with everyone, to be sensitive to the needs of others.
However, when you have to issue a disclaimer, “but I love trans people,” you are already being bullied and abused before you’ve even opened your mouth, and the more you cater to that kind of abuse, the stronger and more powerful it gets, and the more it will demand of you. There is a time to just say “no thank you” and to stand there without apology.
The quote, the tweet above from JK, is part of her on going attempt to defend and justify her opposition to replacing “women who menstruate” with, “people who menstruate.” Poor woman is now trying desperately to not get herself labeled a hater, a homophobe, a racist, deplorable, Very Bad, No Good Person. The harder she tries to be kind, fair, and empathetic, the more they will just eat her alive and try to force her to repent.
Laughing here, but JK Rowling has now signed what basically amounts to a petition to “cancel” the phenomenon of “cancel culture” and I think I have given myself a headache trying to sort all that silliness out. Several famous left leaning people have now signed off on the letter that protests the loss of free speech caused by political correctness, and laments the retaliatory behavior of cancel culture.
I’m going to need to get me a bigger facepalm.
Somewhat amusing however, I can’t really figure out “who” they are petitioning? Who is this letter for? That sure is the really maddening thing, isn’t it? When you deeply resent the implications and manifestations of your own ideologies, the very same behaviors you have been supporting, advocating for, and electing representatives to enforce. When that happens, who do you even write your sternly worded letters to??
It is all utter Jabberwocky, complete nonsense, real enough, all quite true, but I mean it makes about as much sense as, “’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves…” Clear as mud really, and sure to give you a good chortle if you could just make heads or tails out of it all.