Imagine lying on your therapist’s couch and making the following complaint:
“No matter where I go, or what I do, I just can’t get people to validate my feelings. What do I need to do to get these people to pay attention to me? I have deliberately made videos of cashiers, waitstaff, and people in Walmart, refusing to validate me, and still nothing. It’s as if they are intentionally erasing me.”
Judging from my experience with therapy (back when it might have worked for me), any competent professional would tell me that I was a profound narcissist and that I should get over my fucking self.
These days your therapist will tell you that your feelings are completely reasonable and that it is the responsibility of everyone to validate you. That’s why we have a Trans Day of Visibility. Because trans people are invisible, apparently. Never mind that they are constantly in our faces, demanding recognition.
The phrase “…a positive right to other people’s thoughts.” came from a young, dapper Gen Z chap named Connor Tomlinson during an interview on Triggernometry. I had been searching for terminology to describe the demand for societal recognition made by trans activists and other self-proclaimed aggrieved groups.
It’s not enough that they demand the rest of us repeat their mantras and play along with their rituals. They insist that we think the way they want us to think. To make themselves more comfortable with their delusions. If we don’t comply, we will be punished on social media and sometimes by the authorities.
Well, I say suck it up, Doris. That’s not society’s responsibility.
What about my delusions? Nobody is validating them. I don’t expect it nor do I ask for it. Maybe I think I’m the next Earnest Hemingway. Lisa won’t go along with that, and neither, dear reader, will you.
If a delusion has such a tenuous grasp on the mind of its host that it requires constant affirmation from everyone else, the belief suffers from extreme fragility. This affirmative need seems particularly acute in male-to-female trans people. “It’s MA’AM!” followed by trashing store displays or physically attacking the perpetrators.
“Ordinary” people are not afforded this special right— the right to force others to comply with demands for recognition or face punishment. I, as a cishet white male (reeeeeeee!!!!), can’t do it.
It seems that many of the newly minted trans absolutists are people with serious insecurity issues, and being trans gives them immense power over others for the first time in their lives. That power manifests in the form of pronoun demands, social-media character assassinations, and invasion of women’s spaces.
When it comes to M-to-F trannies, I wouldn’t be surprised if there is some hatred of women bubbling around in there, too. Why else would they flash their junk in the women’s locker room? “Look at it, bitch. You can’t do anything about it.”
That’s power.
Smashing store displays, spewing products all over the floor, throwing beverages in the faces of cashiers, and dragging underpaid waitstaff on social media for misgendering you, who is very obviously a dude in drag.
That’s power.
With a figurative wave of the hand, the ability to destroy the long hours of practice and sacrifice made by women in the hope of competing and winning in sports, with the attendant possibility of accolades, scholarships, and endorsement deals. Screw them.
That’s power.
It’s long past time we stopped playing along.
100% on target JC. Personally, I couldn't care less about the fantasy world someone else wants to live in, I simply don't want to be a required participant. When it interferes or impedes the lives of others (bathrooms, sports, etc.) that is where I care a lot. Women have worked hard, hell they always have, and we've come so far that I won't stand by and watch them be diluted, devalued and driven backwards by the idiotic self-absorbed demands of a fractional fragment.
https://open.substack.com/pub/brookskoenig/p/meet-magic-eight-ball-kinda-sorta?r=oyvyx&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true
.. just imagine having to accommodate this whooseawhatwit ....