Unless you’ve avoided every sort of news or entertainment source today, including but not limited to websites, social media, and the checkout lane at the grocery store, you have probably seen an image purporting to be a man, Bruce Jenner, dressed and Photoshopped (tm) and otherwise altered to look like a woman.
I’m not going to link to the image. You’re welcome.
It took less than twenty years for our society to go from disapproval of homosexual activity to apparent approval of that ontological impossibility known as “gay marriage.” It will take less than twenty, unless certain things happen which are not on anybody’s radar right now, for the idea that no one is actually born male or female, but we all just sort of make up our gender identity as we go along, to become the only acceptable thing to say about gender.
That is why the media grabs hold of stories like Jenner’s and applauds his “courage” and celebrates his “heroism.” Because, you see, in the trendy media narrative of the post-Christian era, nobody actually has a biological sex, let alone a gender, and those people who insist despite their male bodies and their male reproductive organs and the six children they have fathered and so on that they are actually women, specifically an aging would-be sex kitten named Caitlyn, are the bravest in the land, for boldly going (forgive me!) where no man has gone before.
We used to have better notions of courage and heroism, to say nothing of honor, veracity, and sanity.
My “default setting” for transgender people is the exact same one I have for people who earnestly insist that they are Napoleon, or a lobster, or a space alien, or a traitor to the Trilateral Commission on the run from the hit man hired by the Bilderbergers: nod, smile, say noncommittal but humoring things, ask what their favorite flavor of ice cream is, etc. If “Napoleon” tells me to address him as “Your Imperial Majesty,” or the “lobster" insists she’s terrified of drawn butter, or the "space alien" assures me that all forms of spinach are fatal to his people, there is no harm in my playing along; similarly, if a man named Bruce assures me he is now a woman named Caitlyn, there’s no need for me to be mean about it. I know he isn’t, and can’t be, a woman, and deep down he probably knows it too.
In other words, and I say this clearly: I see no reason to think that transgenderism is anything other than a new manifestation of a fairly old variety of mental illness, in which the person looks at the reality of who and what he or she is, and insists that he or she is really something different. At one time, it was quite popular for people to insist that spiritualism had revealed to them that they were really the reincarnation of an Egyptian princess or an ancient Mayan monarch (oddly, few people claimed to have been street-sweepers from Liverpool, or something). Some people took that to extremes and began living as though they actually were the historical figure whose reincarnation they thought they might be. I see that as very little different from a man who looks at his body and rejects it and cultivates the idea that he ought to be a woman--or, vice versa, a woman who rejects her body and cultivates the idea that she ought to be a man.
Yes, gender identity disorders are complex and knotty problems, and the psychological and emotional pain that accompany them are real. And, yes, a relatively tiny number of people really are born with ambiguous genitals etc. which can lead to difficult situations. However, the vast majority of transgendered individuals do not have ambiguous genitals or similar birth defects; they are simply convinced, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that they were born the wrong sex.
Compassion and kindness for people suffering from this sort of emotional and psychological trauma ought to be a given. But that’s not what our elites appear to want; they appear to want a world where a girl decides she’s a boy and then lives as a man before reverting to being a woman long enough to have children who will know her as their mother AND their father, and so on. They want the whole idea of biological sex to disappear as people use technology to decide what they want to be today; they want to see people as minds and souls trapped in meat suits--which is pretty much how the devil sees us, when you really think about it.
The truth is that a man can’t be a woman, and a woman can’t be a man. We are not minds in meat suits; we are not blocks of animated carbon with interchangeable parts. I fear that many very emotionally fragile people, some of them children, will be gravely hurt by our nation’s absurd and dangerous insistence that gender is one of those things like hair color which is easily changed and not particularly meaningful. Because that is the kind of lie that the father of lies likes to tell us.