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"Strength Has No Gender," But

It's asinine to believe we can change genders, or sexes. It just is. If you are struggling with gender expectations/gender dysphoria/wounds from your family of origin, I'd want to actually help you, not mutilate you, first of all.

I don't care what Brawny paper towels does with their marketing, in a sense. I don't actually know what paper towels I use. But I won't do a boycott, and here's why: I am not principally a consumer or buyer. I don't want to communicate in any sense that the truths about human sexuality are reflections of merely my preferences; I'm not part of an interest group, and I can't be bought off or pacified. Reality asserts itself, even when it's unpopular. If I'm the only one who says it, what else is new?

Maybe I can have a "moment," where the world starts listening to me, as if I have something new. I don't, but our culture is like that. It's actually funny that these unfortunate people keep "discovering" things they've always known, but everyone forgot, or ignored.

I notice in these high-profile transgenderism cases that the individual's expression of gender is highly exaggerated. Bruce Jenner didn't just want to be a woman; he wanted to be his idea of our culture's desirable, "hot" woman. And there are things I've read about how he felt when he was literally the world's greatest male athlete that tell me his models of "male" and "female" are pretty messed up to start.

I've only dabbled in counseling; I'm no expert. On the other hand, we've got legions of experts that are too cowardly to call a man a man. They'll attempt to change every definition in their profession to get along. Meanwhile, the hurting people they've "helped" are all alone, when the madding crowd finds a new cause to champion.

I don't want to be a culture warrior, which might be just my way of saying that I don't need a bloviating vulgarian to protect me from "the Left." Then again, I am allergic to obvious stupidity. Someone will have my reputation, eventually.

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