Izzard has addiction issues and takes everything to the Nth degree past the range of normal.
Izzard gets plaudits and attention for doing so. The adoration is part of the actions undertaken.
Izzard can not just be sensible - even with the ref, Izzard had to go one step further and be more 'pro-eu' than everyone else, thus pissing off a lot of people 'on the same team' for frankly acting like a bloody extremist nutter.
Izzard is tone deaf, can't read the room and seems to be utterly unaware of how these actions upset others, because its all about the attention and positive feed back they get. The inability to know what to 'shut the fuck up' is a necessary one. There isn't an acknowledgement of boundaries. Shouting at people and refusing to listen to them nor even have a degree of respect is not an attribute that is helpful in anyone, but much less someone in a public office. If you read up on Izzard, you wonder when the word 'no' was ever used.
Izzard demands the respect of others without earning it, and wonders why its not always automatically forthcoming. Izzard screaming at Brexiteers was the clear example of this personality trait and nothing to do with gender.
This is a pattern repeated that predates standing for parliament by some margin and seems to be getting more apparent and more out of touch with those around with each new cycle.
If you want to be a parliamentary representative, then having empathy and a degree of self-awareness is a quality which is admirable and necessary if you are to be competent and good at the job of serving the public interest. Every politician who lacks this, tends to be utterly shit and a complete twat who is doing it for self serving reasons alone. (Hello Jacob Rees-Mogg).
Moreover, there are clearly some unresolved issues to do with his mother:
Izzard has said on numerous occasions that 'Everything I do in life is trying to get my mother back’. Izzard's mother died when Izzard was 6.
“Toward the end of the film, I started talking about my mother… ” he recalls. “And I said something revelatory: ‘I know why I’m doing all this,’ I said. ‘Everything I do in life is trying to get her back. I think if I do enough things… that maybe she’ll come back.’” When he said those words, he says, it felt like his unconscious speaking. The thought stayed with him that “I do believe I started performing and doing all sorts of big, crazy, ambitious things because on some level, on some childlike magical-thinking level, I thought doing those things might bring her back.”
www.theguardian.com/culture/2017/sep/10/eddie-izzard-trying-to-get-mother-back-victoria-and-abdul
and
Is there some genetic explanation for his energy?
“Dad loved football, played until his late 30s. I don’t know about Mum. She liked singing and comedy and Flanders and Swann but I’m not sure about sport.”
I hear his voice break just slightly. Izzard still can’t really talk about his mother easily, at least not in an interview. In his book he describes how in the immediate aftermath of her death he and his dad and his brother cried together for half an hour and then stopped in case they went on for ever. In place of therapy dad bought his sons a model railway set and they built it in the spare room and immersed themselves in it. The set recently resurfaced when Izzard had it restored and donated it to a museum in their home town of Bexhill-on-Sea, another part of his excavation of that time.
“Dad encouraged us with it after Mum died,” he says, by way of explanation. “He made a table for us and we spent hours and hours building it. Then in 1975 my stepmother, Kate, came along and it was put away into boxes and never came out again. It went from Dad’s attic to my brother’s attic, and he didn’t know what to do with it. I thought, why not give it to the museum in Bexhill? I guessed there might be plenty of model railway enthusiasts in Bexhill, and they rebuilt this thing, it’s kind of a collector’s item. They are now going to build another one, a Christmas version. We had a grand opening and Dad came down to see it.”
Here is Izzard in 2016:
‘The greatest love of my life? My mother'
www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/may/28/eddie-izzard-interview-love-of-life-mother-marathons
I must admit, I find this article on Izzard as having a whole bunch of things to unpack, which I won't comment on any further:
When Izzard was 13 he gained a step-mother — in aptly bizarre circumstances. His father Harold was a Samaritan and one night took a call from a depressed-sounding woman. Harold realised he knew her — in fact, she’d been married to his cousin. He made contact a few days later and they began courting.
His new step-mother had a well-stocked wardrobe, which young Edward soon began raiding. Plainly she realised that something was afoot — on one occasion she asked if he had adjusted the straps on her bra — but in characteristically British fashion the subject was never addressed head-on.
www.dailymail.co.uk/home/books/article-4779684/Why-Eddie-Izzard-s-desperately-seeking-Mum.html
Also Izzard wasn't raised by his dad either:
But my mum died when I was there. March '68. So that was a killer, and rejigged everything. Before my mum died, they decided that me and my brother should go off to these boarding schools, because I think my dad had just got a career going. Having gone to Aden and whatever, he'd been promoted.
My gran used to work in a biscuit factory and cleaned houses and my granddad drove buses, so that was a very working-class background. They were from north Bexhill, Sidley. I've gone back and done benefits there. No hot water, no bathroom, baths in front of the fire, an outside loo, that's what my dad grew up in. He decided me and my brother should go to boarding schools. A single-parent male, that's how you keep it all going.
www.eddieizzard.com/en/early-years
Izzard left home to go to boarding school when age 6. No girls at first school. One of the schools he went to did have girls but for the most part, there wasn't contact with girls:
At my first Eastbourne school a fifth of the pupils were girls. Maybe a quarter. At this school, there were no girls for three years, and then there were girls. So it was just...odd. At sixteen there were girls again but only one girl to every ten boys, so packs of spotty boys would follow these girls around and carry their...everything. Literally put them on a litter and carry them around. So I didn't talk to girls for a whole year. I thought, 'I'm not going to be able to pull. I can't say I'm in the first team. 'Only by the end of the year I had started using my wit. I could say, 'Yes! I am from outer-space!' Or some such shit.
I believe in co-education all the way, although boys benefit more. Boys tend to say to girls, 'You're not working, are you?' and put them off.
www.eddieizzard.com/en/early-years
And this is quite the comment:
The SAS was advanced running, jumping and standing still. Blue berets and very secretive. They were all self-sufficient so if one member of a platoon got killed, then the others knew what to do. It wasn't like, 'Oh, he was the explosives guy. We're going to have to do explosives without him.' 'I don't know about explosives. They go bang, don't they?'
But it wasn't making any sense to me because I just wanted to do comedy. There was just an idea that performing comedy was crazy, but as I got closer and closer to sixteen, I just thought, this is possible. I wasn't running around anymore, so I wasn't fit, and I didn't get promoted so I thought, bugger that.
And after the course, I obviously thought, if merit isn't rewarded then, fuck it, I'll go and be a transvestite.
There's a whole bag of extreme masculinity, lack of female role contact and lack of parental love in there as well as a big dollop of unresolved trauma, which I won't comment on further.
Utterly fascinating...
But none of these things make Izzard a woman.