THREE cheers for the generosity of men! Hip-hip… Anyone? Guess not. One remarkable feature of the ‘transgender’ skip blaze currently warming the cockles (extant or not yet surgically removed) of the Australian left – an Australian left that now makes Don Dunstan look like Black Jack McEwen – is that so many men and so few women are trying to save women’s sport. This is despite the fact that women’s sport is of very little interest to any of the men. Women are not as fast, not as strong, not as surefooted, not as balanced, not as brutal and not as athletically adept as men. The hardest job in sportscasting must be calling women’s football. An hour and a half affecting enthusiasm for a match that would be considered a debacle at an under-14 boys’ carnival. That’s equivalent to an entire day at an Emily’s List conference where the guest speaker is Quentin Bryce.
And yet, at least in those sports where the dignity of women and girls isn’t obliterated by imitation roughhousing suited to the Benny Hill theme – swimming, say, or traditional track and field – sex supremacy doesn’t matter. The perseverance, sportsmanship, dedication and joy are the same. No red-blooded man would have missed Cathy Freeman’s 400 metres triumph at the 2000 Olympics. Twenty-two years later, however, the left would rejoice if the next Freeman runs second to a bloke. Think about that. Think also about the depravity of those whose canned answer to such travesties – predicted or realised – is to scoff that they won’t happen often. Cowards, they won’t personally have to tell any Cathys their dreams are over. This willingness to sacrifice youth and childhood for ideology is a diabolical hallmark of our time. Hundreds of thousands of children worldwide were abused in body and mind by governments during the ‘pandemic’ – not to protect them but the invented necessity of merciless totalism.
Less novel, alas, are think-alike ladies of a certain age and postcode who are as unwilling to give up a feminist dogma as they are Moët or a cute Mercedes coupé. The nihilistic sameness characteristic of Labor’s Scotland Island left, ‘moderate’ Liberals and Simon Holmes à Court’s “Independents” – marshalled last week to cancel Katherine Deves – was mocked by Australian Crawl 40 years ago. It is precisely this lockstep devotion to an utterly decrepit movement that makes feminists unwilling to take on the ‘transgender’ lobby and its war on women. Why? Mother’s pride combined with fear of apostasy. It was feminism, of course, that gave birth to transgenderism. For 50 years feminists brainwashed governments, schools, universities, advertisers and film-makers into believing – or at least affirming – that femininity and masculinity were culturally imposed. Without the doctrine of imposition, feminism ends. Just as mask and mandate lunatics sacrificed children to maintain the illusion of emergency, feminists sacrifice them to maintain the myth of gender.
That’s nowhere near the outer limit of their fanaticism. Over the same half century they denied the worth of the unborn, denigrated marriage and did their utmost to make boys hate themselves. Is it any wonder a society in thrall to these toxic falsehoods should produce so many bewildered males who see ‘transitioning’ to the fairer sex as a comforting way out of any despair? And the school of ‘true feminists’ fighting back isn’t helping much. In The Weekend Australian an essay by Margaret Somerville – professor of bioethics at the University of Notre Dame – underscores how delusional a via media between ‘true feminism’ and transgenderism really is.
After bowing to the Joans by saying Deves’ comments were “harmful and disrespectful,” Somerville corrals her readers into a wholly phony middle way: “First, sex and gender are often confused with each other. Sex is a biological fact, gender is a culturally assigned characteristic.” No Professor, you can’t have that poisonous old cake and eat it too. This subject should not be left to feminists trying to save face as much as prejudice. I am not a “biological male”; I am a man in every sense. I will not be patronised by women who now merely concede I’m faster and stronger. The want of cultivation of all the nobler things men are better at – and meant for – is ruining our civilisation.