Libby Purves in The Times doesn't get it. Thinks we should welcome everyone in to womanhood.
"Of all the pointless arguments thrown up by the neurotic first-world culture in which we flail, the one raging between Jenni Murray, her supporters, the handwringing BBC and the transgender community is one of the silliest. Jenni, in a piece that made numerous prudent curtseys to transgender rights, opined that nonetheless those who have changed are not, whatever they may feel, “real” women. This is because they previously had the “privileges” of manhood and didn’t suffer the centuries of discrimination besetting us on the “cisgender” team.
Backing her up, the columnist Angela Epstein writes that unless you have undergone the horrors of female puberty, PMT and the “hot roar” of the menopause, you simply have no right to the title of Woman. She lards on still more nonsense, saying that only biologically born women “can know what it is to howl with despair when the hurt runs so deep. Only they can understand the disappointment when he doesn’t phone. Or play the mind games when he does. Enjoy the solidarity of sisterhood or endure the ferocity of female machinations.”
Good grief. This get-orf-my-land attitude is enough to make any sane female rush for the testosterone patches and get the hell out of such a stifling, perfumed, paranoid, ladies-only safe space. Any identity that depends entirely on persecution — real, imagined or just empathetic — is a road to madness. Jenni Murray has been a powerful senior BBC presenter and journalist for decades: does that disqualify her? Come to that, if suffering discrimination is the main qualification, is the Queen not a woman? And how about all those men who also howl with lovesick despair — girls, are they?
Modern gender-fluid thinking does throw up absurdities, of course. But it also frees and validates the minority of serious transgender people, and just as significantly it allows for individual style and behaviour, whether in some superannuated tomboy like me, or in Grayson Perry. It also reinforces the vital message, which feminism should celebrate, that the differences between genders are not extreme, or even absolute, except in reproductive feasibility.
At 24, reading Jan Morris’s classic memoir of change, Conundrum, I was thrilled to think that this alpha-male foreign correspondent, who ran from Everest base camp with the news of its conquest on Coronation day, wanted to join my gang as a sister. To sniff and bar the door would have felt mad. Which it is. Fight the real wars: FGM, inequality, honour crime..."