Post by Ayla on Nov 28, 2015 11:19:56 GMT 8
I don’t see why the transgendered dead deserve their own national day of mourning any more than the groups I’ve mentioned above. I very much doubt whether the government is going to put more money into detecting and punishing the violent criminals who attack and kill these poor creatures, so the flag seems something of a sop – like giving someone with a grim job a fancy new description rather than a raise. There’s an air of ‘because you’re worth it’ about the enterprise which I find patronising and pointless.
There’s also the point that the transgender lobby has hardly covered itself in glory over recent years, with its repeated and revolting attacks on veteran feminists who were knocking themselves out to improve the position of the most vulnerable people in our society when Paris Lees and her mates were making makeshift tissue-paper tutus for their Action Men. Feminist campaigners from Suzanne Moore to Germaine Greer have been threatened with everything from no-platforming to death (it’s hard to know which one bothers us media whores more) while actresses like Alice Eve and Rose McGowan have been hounded on social media for daring to express the personal view that the monumentally narcissistic and self-promoting Caitlyn Jenner may not be the actual Second Coming. In a supreme act of pitchfork-waving ponciness, the veteran transgendered activists Ru-Paul and Jayne County have been demonised by people who have never flushed an enemy’s wig down a toilet in anger in their lives. And these caterwauling cry-bullies deserve their own flag?
So as the world tears itself apart, we are instructed by the government to commemorate a sect who spend their lives looking down their knickers and swooning at the wonder within. Contemplating one’s navel has long been understood as describing someone so involved with their own small cares that it has rendered them insensible to the reality of the world; contemplating ones genitals while Rome – and Paris, and Palmyra – burns appears to be the default setting of this new crew. And as they’re so keen on giving natural-born women nasty-sounding names – cis, TERF – please let me return the favour.
Do you believe in the existence of a male brain and a female brain (what next, a black brain and a white brain)? Do you habitually use Feminist as an insult (far more than the Tories do these days)? Are you so entrenched in male-born privilege that you yowl for every space to be a safe space except for the ladies lavatories, where a woman who seeks the right to change a tampon away from pre-op transgender people is called a ‘trans-exclusive’ fascist? Does a Conservative government fly your flag and float your boat? Congratulations, you’re a TRANSERVATIVE!
blogs.new.spectator.co.uk/2015/11/is-a-transgender-day-of-remembrance-really-necessary/
There’s also the point that the transgender lobby has hardly covered itself in glory over recent years, with its repeated and revolting attacks on veteran feminists who were knocking themselves out to improve the position of the most vulnerable people in our society when Paris Lees and her mates were making makeshift tissue-paper tutus for their Action Men. Feminist campaigners from Suzanne Moore to Germaine Greer have been threatened with everything from no-platforming to death (it’s hard to know which one bothers us media whores more) while actresses like Alice Eve and Rose McGowan have been hounded on social media for daring to express the personal view that the monumentally narcissistic and self-promoting Caitlyn Jenner may not be the actual Second Coming. In a supreme act of pitchfork-waving ponciness, the veteran transgendered activists Ru-Paul and Jayne County have been demonised by people who have never flushed an enemy’s wig down a toilet in anger in their lives. And these caterwauling cry-bullies deserve their own flag?
So as the world tears itself apart, we are instructed by the government to commemorate a sect who spend their lives looking down their knickers and swooning at the wonder within. Contemplating one’s navel has long been understood as describing someone so involved with their own small cares that it has rendered them insensible to the reality of the world; contemplating ones genitals while Rome – and Paris, and Palmyra – burns appears to be the default setting of this new crew. And as they’re so keen on giving natural-born women nasty-sounding names – cis, TERF – please let me return the favour.
Do you believe in the existence of a male brain and a female brain (what next, a black brain and a white brain)? Do you habitually use Feminist as an insult (far more than the Tories do these days)? Are you so entrenched in male-born privilege that you yowl for every space to be a safe space except for the ladies lavatories, where a woman who seeks the right to change a tampon away from pre-op transgender people is called a ‘trans-exclusive’ fascist? Does a Conservative government fly your flag and float your boat? Congratulations, you’re a TRANSERVATIVE!
blogs.new.spectator.co.uk/2015/11/is-a-transgender-day-of-remembrance-really-necessary/
