Liberals love science, unless they think it might hurt someone’s feelings.
It used to be that your genitalia determined your gender. Back in the old days, chromosomes were at least a passing consideration. Now your gender is whatever Bruce Springsteen wants everybody to say it is, or else he’s not coming to your state to do his 45-minute rendition of “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out.”
But how far are we willing to take this, America? If gender doesn’t mean anything, why should anything else mean anything? If “M” and “F” are interchangeable, why does a person have to be locked into a certain height or age or skin color?
Joseph Backholm of the Family Policy Institute of Washington decided to test the limits of trans-[fill in the blank]. The results aren’t surprising to anyone who’s been paying attention to this stuff, but it’s always fun to watch people struggle with cognitive dissonance:
Now, I can’t blame a bunch of 20-year-olds for being confused about this stuff. They’ve never known a world without RuPaul. They live in a country whose second-biggest newspaper calls people insane bigots for knowing the difference between a boy and a girl. They’re just parroting what they’ve been told all their lives. They’re expected to have no expectations about people who’ve declared themselves victims. Having any sense of judgment has been declared “judgmental.” Being able to discriminate between a penis and a vagina is “discriminatory.”
I just hope such ignorance doesn’t hurt too many women and girls, when they’re preyed upon in public facilities by creeps taking advantage of well-meaning simpletons like these college kids.
Well, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em: I’m hereby determining my own identity and declaring myself to be trans-handsome, trans-thin, and trans-funny. Restock your arsenal of insults accordingly, you bigots.
(Hat tip: Allahpundit)