This woman is play-acting a man in costume.
I returned from vacation this week to see dozens of headlines in mainstream news outlets proclaiming something miraculous: a man has given birth to a baby.
Of course, the one very slight problem with these headlines is that they aren’t true and can never be true. The “trans man” who birthed a child is actually a woman. Granted, a woman who takes hormone pills and wears men’s shirts, but still a woman. If we were to adjust the headline to make it accurate, it would have to read like this: “Woman with inordinate amount of facial hair gives birth to baby.” Or just this: “Woman does thing that billions of women throughout history have also done.”
If CNN is going to report that a “man” gave birth, they may as well report that a six foot tall rodent was spotted hugging children at Disney World. The fact that the giant friendly rat is actually a dude in a costume is about as relevant to the story as the fact that the pregnant man is actually a woman in a flannel. Which is to say, it’s very relevant. One might even say necessary. One might even go further and say that only a liar or a lunatic would recount the shenanigans of a cartoon character as if it were a real biological creature or write headlines about a “man” giving birth as if a man actually gave birth.
And this analogy works in more ways than one, because “transgenderism” has turned the sexes into something like mascots. It has made maleness and femaleness into costumes that a person can put on and take off when they please. But in this masquerade ball, we must all pretend that the masquerade is not a masquerade. We must act as though the man or woman in the suit actually is the suit. Perhaps CNN will soon be sending journalists to Halloween parties to earnestly report the urgent news that Dracula and the Harley Quinn were spotted sitting together on the sofa and drinking spiked apple cider. Maybe they’ll report live from the scene of an NFL game in Atlanta, where a massive falcon has just flown into the stadium to cheer on the home team and engage in various hijinks. Or perhaps they’ll air a prime time interview with my four-year-old son, who will tell the harrowing story of how he first discovered that he’s Spider-Man.
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