Thursday, January 12, 2017

Transgender Madness Spreads: Economist Edition

If the Economist is infected by the madness, does any hope remain?
   I used to think that The Economist was at least immune from the most patently fallacious reasoning...but here they demonstrate that that's not the case. In this post, they even exhibit the liberal penchant for believing that only bald-faced bigotry can explain thinking that men should use the men's room and women should use the women's... The tall tale about "gender identity" and all the rest is so patently obvious that the only explanation for doubting it is: evil.

2 Comments:

Blogger Pete Mack said...

Um. Surely, surely, there's some room for debate between "Preemptive bathroom bills" on the one hand and "Gender identity = Gender" on the other. The way it's written, people with boobs will be in the men's' bathroom, and people with beards in the women's. For bathroom use, I prefer surface-levelduck typing. And making it a crime to use the wrong bathroom is *insane*. I've done it (at least) twice in my life by accident--the latest time two years ago in Barcelona, where (a) I was horribly jet-lagged and (b) the women's bathroom was on the right of a lavatory-pair instead of the left.

6:27 PM  
Blogger Winston Smith said...

Yeah, I'm not unsympathetic...and thanks for the new concept!...and I've suggested before that maybe the rule should be *if you can get away with it, then it's cool*... But honestly, I think that's the end of sex-segregated public facilities. So if we really want to consider going in that direction, I think we'd better be honest about that and have the discussion now.

And I share your worry about making it illegal...though that can be fixed by adding intentions in, like we do elsewhere. A mistake is a mistake. (I, too, once committed the horrific crime of using the wrong bog. It was in West By-God Virginia, at the end of a long drive from MO. The layout of the rooms (as in your case) was confusing. Then also: no urinals...not too unusual for a small gas-station crapper... Then I noticed it was weirdly clean. Huh. And as I'm standing there taking care of bidness, I noted the odd graffiti "Mary loves John" and suchlike...curiouser and curiouser... Then the nice lady next to me flushed and, as she went my my stall, she says, discreetly: "I think you're in the wrong bathroom"... Twenty years later, I coulda ended up in Gitmo...)

6:46 PM  

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