No posthumous messing around with my life by people who never met me, please. I am who I am, not who you think I wish I were.
It’s true when I’m talking about Mormons, who practice posthumous baptising of the dead, and it’s true when I’m talking about transactivists, who are now busily running around “baptizing” dead people into the church of trans.
Carrie-Anne Brownian outlines a few examples in her excellent article, Transing the dead: The erasure of gender-defiant role models from history. Brownian says:
Women such as Joan of Arc, Mulan, Carson McCullers, Radclyffe Hall, Mountain Charley (Elsa Jane Forest Guerin), George Sand, and Queen Hatshepsut of Egypt, to name but a few, are now being claimed as transmen.
Why? Because they took male names, dressed in men’s clothing, or did men’s jobs. And the only possibly explanation, say the revisionism activists, is that they actually were men, on the inside.
Or maybe there’s a simpler, less sociologically trendy explanation, one that doesn’t include exploiting dead women who can’t defend themselves. Brownian says:
For much of recorded human history, even into the twentieth century, women who wanted to serve in combat, travel or live alone, work in most professions, get published, compete in sports, or conduct research felt compelled to disguise themselves as men. That didn’t make them transmen; it made them girls and women with no other options in a patriarchal, androcentric world. No one would have, for example, published George Eliot, or taken her seriously as a writer, had she used her birth name of Mary Ann Evans, just as Kathrine Switzer had to sign up for the Boston Marathon as K.V. Switzer as recently as 1967 because women weren’t allowed to compete.
For the life of me, I can’t understand why more feminists aren’t up in arms over this insanely sexist revisionism. Isn’t it possible that some people are just strong and tough and good at fighting and writing and running and working hard . . . while being women? Weren’t we fighting for acceptance of that very idea? Is this where 21st century progressive thought has brought us: the idea that any women who isn’t filmy, frilly creampuff, with a baby in one arm and a perfume atomizer in the other, must actually be a man?
How is this feminist? How is this anything other than the worst kind of reductionism and objectification? How is this good or even fair for women in any way? And why aren’t they ashamed of themselves for digging up the dead? Who does that?
Oh, how progressives love to point a quivering, defiantly un-manicured finger at conservatives for trying to put women in a box, for trying to mute and quash and erase them by confining them to rigid little gender roles. And they’re not wrong. I’ve had my say about this more than once.
But look what’s happening now. We say we want to embrace the in-betweeners, those men and women — somehow, it’s usually women — who don’t fit comfortably into narrow gender boxes. But as soon as we begin, we discover to our horror that it’s kind of hard work. It doesn’t make viral headlines to say things like, “There Are Some Traits Which Many Women Exhibit, And Other Traits That Many Men Exhibit, But There Is An Awful Lot Of Overlap Even Among People Who Are As Straight As Straight Can Be; So Maybe Gender Is About More Than What You Look Like Or How You Act; Maybe It Has To Do With Your Soul OH CRAP, THAT MEANS THERE IS A SOUL And That Means Maybe I Should Put My Wang Away.”
And women. Get. Erased. Again. I said “wang” because boy oh boy, it’s always men who benefit from the transing of non-frilly women. Guess who just got named one of Glamour’s Women of the Year? Bono. Bono, the man who is not a woman.
Okay, more accurately, he was awarded a “Man of the Year” award at the Women of the Year Awards. Now, I think Bono is actually a good guy with good intentions. And no, of course Glamour magazine doesn’t matter. It’s just another place for rich people to get dressed up and give each other prizes.
But if we’re really so worried about the example we’re providing for our children, let’s start with deciding not to tell them that we can’t even fumble through a bogus Woman of the Year ceremony without looking to a man for help. The Onion called it back in 2007 with Man Finally Put in Charge of Struggling Feminist Movement. Great. Great. Thanks a lot, progress. I hate to think what will happen after Bono dies. Maybe they’ll decide that he was actually a raccoon, and the world just wasn’t ready to handle it.
And what’s even more terrifying is when, rather than looking to straight men, we come full circle and decide, one more time, that being a woman is all about the shoes, the dress, the pleasing voice. The whole Caitlyn Jenner insanity was worth getting upset about — not because it marked some acceptance of sissified men, but because it showed how ready we are to say, “This is all a woman is.” We were so ready to just erase women, to tell them that anyone could be what they are, as long as there’s enough lipstick and collagen involved.
In the brave new world of the transactivists, everyone is a collection of rigid sexist stereotypes, and any deviation from this 1950s-style binary must really be the opposite sex.
Transactivist revisionism, she says, is making the 21st century “like the 1950s 2.0.”
Here’s an idea that came straight out of my lady brain, so you may need to brush some of the common sense off before you’re ready to handle it:
There’s nothing wrong with saying “I don’t know.”
Gender is confusing. Sex is confusing. Maleness and femaleness are mysterious, and they’re not getting less mysterious just because women can now vote and be doctors and stuff. Our roles are not always clear-cut. Sometimes you think you’ve gotten to the bottom of it, and then you discover an exception to your new rule. It doesn’t mean there aren’t rules; but it does mean they are mysterious, and mysteries are truths that keep on opening up and opening up, as long as you keep looking.
So if you don’t know what it all means, can you just . . . shut up? I know shutting up doesn’t help you sell magazines or makeup lines, and it won’t get you celebrity as a specialist or a theorist or a reality TV star, but at least it’s simple.
You don’t know what it means to be a woman? Just say so, and then go do something useful with your life, like digging ditches or baking bread. Or defying your Islamic persecutors even though it means giving birth in a Sudanese prison while under a death sentence. You could do that. A woman did that, without even being even kind of a man.
That’s hard, too. I don’t know if I could do it. But if you can’t bring yourself to stop making the lives of living women worse with your nonsensical, misogynist, transprogressive yapping, at very least you could leave the dead alone.
Image: MipsyRetro via Flickr (Creative Commons)
Of course if a woman does anything inventive, creative, artistic or wonderful, she must be a man.
I think I need a pants pass so as not to confuse anyone.
Are these activists pointing out that clearly Michelangelo was a woman (so artistic! and she loved the male body!), Van Gogh was a woman (self-mutilation so much more common among women), all the world’s great clothing designers must really be women (because women love clothes), many great novelists must have been women (so sensitive! so observant of people’s feelings), and obviously every florist and pastry chef who ever lived must have been a woman, because men just wouldn’t mess around with flowers and bits of dough like delicate females.
I read recently an article about “men” who conceive, carry, give birth to and (in some cases) nurse children, and still insist that they are really men. Some were upset when others identified them as women when they were in the later stages of pregnancy. Some pointed out the difficulty of finding nursing clothes for men. Some were sad that they had undergone breast surgery that prevented them from producing milk for their babies, or from producing enough. But they still wanted to be men. Male mothers.
And I wondered why it made me so ANGRY. Usually I’m only sad for people who experience gender confusion, and for the fact that our society seems to be about as much help to them as a kick in the head. But this article made me angry, and now I know why. Claiming motherhood for men–next will come the articles about how “male mothers” compare to “female mothers” . . .
Yes, this whole disaster has killed me. And I think the mental health professionals are making it worse. If a psychologist told my daughter that her life would be better and easier if she just became a man, I’d slap him. Being a woman is hard, but there is a huge spectrum of behaviors, feelings, and activities that can be encompassed in “big tent femininity.”
I know this is very serious- but I almost laughed and spat out my almond milk green tea when you wrote that Bono will be revealed as a racoon after his death 🙂
A to the men! It’s been making me so mad, I could spit nails, seeing that all that stuff about “you do you; boys can play with dolls and girls can play ball and we’re all fine!” has turned right back into “if you’re a boy who plays with a doll, you’re really a girl.” At least in the 50’s, society just tried to get you to do activities that fit your societal role; now you get hormones and surgery.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing this. And Myriam Ibrahim is an awesome lady, glad she made it out of prison to the states.
My pet peeve – women in sports. Now we’re letting men (aka transgender women) compete in women’s sports. Let’s sit back and ponder that a minute.
Women fought for the right to compete in sports, at an elite level, and now, we are taking that away, and feminists have nothing to say against that? What woman, no matter her physical shape, can compete against a man who is also in great physical shape? It matters not if the man thinks he’s a woman, he STILL has the physical advantages of a man. Thanks a lot, people, for taking that away from us.
Also, I often prefer to socialize with men, I work with men, I do sports, I have similar interests to men, or women who are also more intellectual and/or athletic. But I have NEVER for one instant thought I was really a man. And I hardly think any of those women you mention ever thought of themselves that way either.