Why do I bother having an opinion on trans-people? I only know one, and he (formerly she) is nice. Be what you want if it doesn’t hurt anyone, that’s my general view on how other people should conduct their lives. I was sitting in a car with a friend one day and she said, “Guess what, I went to a presentation by this wonderful transwoman Captain Something in the (Australian) army, she was so impressive!” “Good on her,” I said, “But I wouldn’t like it if my daughter announced she wanted to transition.” “Oh but you’d support her, wouldn’t you?” said my friend. “No,” I said, “I wouldn’t. Any more than I’d support her if she said her arm didn’t belong to her and she wanted to cut it off. I’d view it as an unfortunate delusion. But it’s her life, so…” You’re not a man unless you have a Y chromosome (bar a few medical exceptions). There is no scientific evidence, as far as I know, that trans-people are somehow born with the ‘mind’ of the other sex (if there is such a thing), and lots that they aren’t. I support J.K’s right to express an opinion without being emotionally blackmailed in a style reminiscent of the Chinese government (‘You have hurt China’s feelings!’). I’m not trying to make anyone cry, I’m not going to say you can’t do what the heck you want. It’s none of my business if you feel good in a dress and a five o’clock shadow. But it irritates me when I’m expected to deny biological reality. Perhaps it’s time people just stopped trying to tell each other what to do, think, say and be.
Which brings me to…that pause. Someone recently blurted in their book group that they’re “not sure about getting their under-12 COVID-vaccinated.” Pause. Thought bubbles. ‘Is she an anti-vaxxer? Should I be outraged? Are other people outraged? Will I get in trouble if I’m not outraged? What if I agree and they all turn on me? What if I disagree and they all turn on me?’ Political correctness gone mad, the right wing pundits say. And yet, it was ever thus. I reckon you would’ve got the same nervous silence if you mentioned Henry VIII’s divorce at the pub, back in the day, or said you wouldn’t mind reading the Bible in English, actually… Orthodoxy and heresy are in our DNA. Only back then, of course, you might have ended up drawn and quartered. So we’ve progressed, right?
Yesterday the extended family went down to the waterfall on my place. It’s normally (trigger-warning – cliches) a deep green rockpool under crystal mist, all that shit. Now? Niagara Falls only yellow, with all the dirt being washed down the river. The girls (all but one intrepid soul) went, swimming – nup. The boys took off their shirts and jumped in, emerging later with gleaming torsos and satisfied smirks. Who needs canaries in coalmines when you’ve got men?
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