One thing that I find very striking right now is the amazing rapidity with which my ex is drinking the Kool-Aid. The Kool-Aid drinking follows an exponential curve. It might take you half a year to drink the first gallon, but soon you’ll be drinking a gallon a day and then a gallon an hour.
Unfortunately, I know this because his social media circle intersects with mine. And yes, it’s a train wreck that I sometimes watch, though I shouldn’t.
Today he commented to someone that being transgender is an intersex condition. This is patently absurd, and he used to agree. As a matter of fact, he had a religious transgender friend who used to make this argument, in the form of the ole’ prenatal hormone bath, and he used to make fun of him behind his back for it. “There’s nothing wrong with being transgender because it isn’t hurting anyone,” my ex would say, “so we don’t have to pretend that there’s a physical condition behind it. That pretense is a demonstration of self-hatred, probably stemming from his religion.”
What a difference a few months makes.
Likewise, he’s now arguing that people who were born male should compete against people who were born female in sports. Within the past year, he was at least reasonable enough to not support a male-bodied person beating a female-bodied person senseless, I think because at that time he retained a measure of compassion for someone besides himself. Now, however, any and all actual physical violence against natal women that might be of interest is well justified in the name of making sure no transgender person ever gets his feelings hurt. Man’s feelings > women’s safety. Hmm, that sounds somehow familiar.
And as mentioned recently, he used to agree that TERF was a slur and that there was no reason to attack people specifically for being feminists. But that word’s kind of his thing now. I guess he has to hate me in order to ward off the nagging feeling that he threw away the best thing that ever happened to him.
Not coincidentally, he deleted his blog recently. I suspect he is no longer equipped to confront the sensible opinions he held less than a year ago.
I’ve never seen him defend the cotton ceiling complaint; he’s always said that everyone has the right to their attractions. So let’s give him about a month and a half on that one. Defending the agency of women sounds a lot like feminism so he clearly can’t keep doing that.
What else? Oh! He used to specifically disparage the habit of calling one’s penis a clitoris (he thought it was silly). If he isn’t doing that already, he’ll pick it up by end of year.
In related news, I recently attended an event in which I watched a number of transgender people that I’ve met before similarly forget the ancient opinions they were espousing this time last summer when I first met them. One said he’d been planning to transition forever, and just couldn’t find the right time, even though last year he was saying he was enjoying his gender-fluidness and didn’t plan to transition at all.
There will be no leftover Kool-Aid, folks. It isn’t over until no drop is left and all the containers have been licked clean.