I've been on holiday for the last month and just finished catching up here (getting up to date with the Jack Monroe threads will be a rather more Herculean task...). A few thoughts:
* At the start of my trip I went to visit a friend who has always been a lot woker than me (she works in performing arts, pronouns everywhere). We talked about some gender stuff and I was really happy to see that her perspectives have shifted; for example, she thinks that if she were a teenager today she'd be set on rejecting womanhood, and she's worried about the social contagion aspect of it. It was interesting for me to see. I think most women are instinctively eager to be kind, then we start to question things...
* This morning (long train journey home!) I watched the video
@Ispyabudgetbeanblogger posted about people trying to guess gender identities. It's actually worth watching if you have 15 minutes to spare. Everyone immediately identifies the two trans individuals, but they go to great pains to act like it isn't obvious (except for one woman who says something like "I get a real trans vibe from you" to the 2m tall transwoman - yeah, no
tit!). Most of it is utter nonsense, of course.
* One thing that stood out to me in the video was self-proclaimed NB/genderqueer people saying they used their clothes to display gender, or that they might wake up and feel like wearing something more masculine/feminine, depending on the day. Again...no
tit? I've been on a long-distance hike for the last month, I've worn sports bras, tshirts, hiking pants and hiking boots every day. No makeup, no jewellery. But sometimes in the evenings I put on a bikini because I was somewhere with a pool - did I change gender? Did I interrupt everyone to announce that as long as I had my bikini on, I was a she/her, but my hiking pants made me a he/they? Did I
duck! I can't get over the narcissism that comes from assuming that you are so special and magical, your understanding of gender identity is more sophisticated than the rest of us mere plebs.
* Incidentally, one area where my SEX (not gender) affected my ability to enjoy my holiday: I take the pill, which can be bought over the counter here. But I walked through a very conservative area where no pharmacists would sell it to me. At first I found it kind of funny, but after going into six different pharmacies and being made to feel like the biggest slut on the planet, I got angry and called a doctor friend of mine to ask her to write me a prescription. Not a huge problem for me personally - I just kept walking until I left that region - but I do not understand how a country with a supposedly progressive government can totally ignore that the women of some areas cannot buy birth control like the rest of us, and have to jump through extra hoops. Infuriating.
Finally, my condolences to the family and friends of David Amess. He was one of the few voices in Westminster who supported my region's independence movement, and our politicians and media have been paying tribute to him this week. Politics is inherently nuanced; we can agree on some issues and not on others, and dismissing other groups as "scum", "the enemy" etc etc is both futile and dangerous.