lots of different WTF moments led me back here for meaty reading about feminism in practice.
Did a history PhD back in the dark ages about the Dark Ages in the days when it was called Women’s History. Had to read Foucault, Cixous and Butler just when they were the cutting edge. Would struggle through these obscure densely written articles, and, as was my habit, try to summarise the key ideas. Basically 10,000 word academic articles always seemed to boil down to sex roles can be used to exert power and privilege but can be slippery to define, so let’s try to define them by making up new badly punning portmanteau nonsense words. Honestly, I kept scratching my head as to what all these thinkers, who took themselves so very seriously, had to say which was of substance. Just seemed like bollocks and look now how captured academia has become by this self-serving tautological garbage.
Then volunteered at LGB switchboard before it became the alphabet soup it is now. We had a regular caller who I didn’t mind who was trans but she only really want to chat about what she was wearing (always lingerie) and what her boyfriend was going to do to her when he got home. I think she was being cheap as it was in the days of phonelines for sex and we were freephone. After months of this, I did have to gently point out that she was tying up one of two lines and she hadn’t really moved on from her schtick and since we were there for counselling or info I didn’t think we were helping her progress much anymore. Then (in the late 90s) I kinda shrugged my shoulders. No harm no foul since I wasn’t easily shocked, but it was telling that other team members were not happy about her calls. I think I was being kind then but not really considering the consequences of the caller on others.
Then I remember this guy standing up in 2002 in an equalities conference, I was at for work, and asking what are we meant to do when one minority group’s rights impinged to the detriment of another’s? A gathering of 1000 experts in London and no one could answer him. Looked around me and wondered exactly what the point of all this was. As a POC I think this whole my oppression is worse than your oppression is an utterly zero sum game. No one has ever explained adequately to me how a man cosplaying a woman is OK from a white person putting on yellow-face is not.
Then I had my baby boy in the late 2000s and went back into toy shops and really could not get my head around how everything was sex-segregated and that we seemed to be going through a time where understandings of gender were so much more binary than when I was a kid. Progress was stalling and actually going backwards for feminists.
And then all this current weirdness converged into young people hating on JKR, Hadley Freeman, Kathleen Stock for saying perfectly sensible and quite funny things about the massive cognitive dissonance of TWAW. As a vanilla lesbian mummy I find all the queer pink/blue haired kids railing against and name-calling these wise women (with some actual life experience) and substituting sexuality for an actual personalities just bizarro. Young lesbians having to sleep with TW for fear of their peers thinking them transphobic and cancelling them is frankly offensive.
My favourite GC heretic is Helen Joyce as she is such a fiend for calling out and naming the logical fallacies in TRA arguments and pithily demolishing them. Same sort of thing that happens here at MN. No room for sloppy thinking with stakes this high ie children’s safeguarding which obvs trumps middle-aged dudes having mid-life crises and cosplaying being women.
Finally, it is blindingly obvious to me that feelings are not facts and substituting emotions for evidence is an express train to crazy town as far as policy making in all areas of work, health, education, government and family life. I am all for critical thinking which I think has almost all but disappeared for fear of trampling on the delicate fragile psyches of the vulnerable minorities out there.
The pushback is coming. My kids are super eye-rolly about it all and think virtue signalling is anathema. It does seem after about a decade of madness this too will pass.
Someone suggested here that all middle-aged women who run out the house, having not bothered with make up and stick to low maintenance haircuts should declare themselves enbies to kill that trend stone dead. By God that would work a treat. I declare my enby name is Scrabble Dee Shunerry.