Skip to comments.America in Transition
Posted on 05/20/2012 6:38:18 AM PDT by IbJensen
You get to be the sex you think you are (and everybody else has to acknowledge it).
I am used to surprises from the New York Timesa newspaper so far from me culturally and politically it might as well be a daily bulletin about life in a parallel universebut last August I read a personal essay in the Modern Love space of the Styles section that really brought me up short. My Husband is Now My Wife (quite a tabloidy title for this genteel newspaper) was about the deeply ambivalent day the author escorted her husband to a hospital for surgery in which he would take his first surgical step into womanhood.
Im a jaded ex-Manhattanite, awright? Sexual reassignment surgery, as it is called, is not news. I know about the clinics in Colorado where they slice up existing organs and then do Play-Doh sculpturing with the tissue thats left. The surgery thing has been going on since the sixties. And I know from cross-dressing. On my Upper West Side block it was not uncommon to encounter a neighborskinny, middle-aged, bald pate surrounded by a cap of stringy graying lockstaking his daily constitutional on roller skates, wearing a tiara and a pink tutu, blessing passersby with a Tinkerbell wand.
So it wasnt the soo-last-century, Dude-Looks-Like-a-Lady part that startled, it was the part near the end where the author lets slip that all her fussing about losing a husband and gaining a wife was actually over a hospital stay in which her husband would have facial feminization surgery, a not uncommon procedure in male-to-female transitions, in which a surgeon carves out a more femininely proportioned version of a male face.
In my husbands case, she wrote, this meant higher eyebrows, a smaller nose and a more pronounced chin......
(Excerpt) Read more at spectator.org ...
This is apparently one of 'them'.
Then your Upper West Side block isn't a residence; it's an asylum. And you have to be as crazy as one of the inmates to live there
Or am I just being bourgeoise? An unenlightened flyover rube for not appreciating the spectacle of a scrawny, chicken-necked poof rolling around playing Tinkerbell?
No, you nailed it. In America, we worship the bizarre and punish the normal.
Well...we did close most of the nut houses in the 60s/70s. They had to go somewhere...
“The empire is falling and the Senator’s wives sneak outside the walls at night to fornicate with the barbarians.”
She can always get a job as the circus bearded lady.
When a woman takes her husband to a hospital to have his gender changed, she is as crazy as he is.
Drop this fool and find yourself a man honey, what you have isn’t worth keeping.
A picture of Woody Allen popped into my head while I read that part of the article.
This stuff is a tragedy. A tragedy for the fools who do it, and a tragedy for those who love those fools. Parents in particular must suffer when their kids go off the deep end like this.