Yvonne van Dongen
Veteran NZ journo incredulous gender ideology escaped the lab. Won’t rest until reality makes a comeback.
The time to jump is now.
This is my final missive to the media Emilys: the clever scribblers who think life is a complex brew of inchoate subtleties which can lead to people being born in the wrong body. Who sincerely believe sex is subtle and nuanced and a spectrum.
It’s still not too late to acknowledge reality and the simple truth that sex is real. And immutable. And not subject to anyone’s feelings, no matter how sincerely held in the moment. Very soon it will be too late and your adherence to this ridiculous ideology will come to haunt you.
It may come in the not-too-distant and horribly painful future when some of your friend’s children express dismay that people believed them when they said they thought they were the opposite sex, that their parents, friends, doctors and teachers colluded in the fiction that it was possible to be born in the wrong body and who allowed them to transition medically, possibly even surgically.
Which is why these sad children are sterile, will never orgasm and are likely to suffer bone deficiencies, and that’s only the stuff we know about now. We have no idea what the long-term impact is of feeding children cross-sex hormones at a time when they should be going through their own puberty – naturally. But we do know that once on this path you can’t change your mind in a few years and proceed as if nothing happened. The damage is forever. Oi vey, what a world of pain is coming their way.
Without knowing your friends or their children, my guess is that the transitioners are largely female. Of course they are. Girls are more agreeable and conformist on the whole. More susceptible to social contagion. Trans is the new bulimia, the Western dancing plague, the modern version of Victorian hysteria.
As a better writer than me recently wrote, this particular social contagion is a “dumb, Tumblr-born, anorexic death cult”.
In many ways I understand how you got here Emily. I do. You just continued on the empathy path when new identities were being revealed. When I was young, we scarcely knew gay people existed. Then suddenly, there they were, exploding onto the scene like multi-coloured fireworks, demanding to be accepted, insisting they’d always been here. Of course they had and we submitted willingly. They deserved nothing less. Welcome to the humanity fruit salad.
Then we learned about all the people who didn’t fit in. Aspergers. Autistic. Autistic spectrum. Neurodiverse. The list of disorders kept growing – ADHD, ADD, Oppositional Defiant Disorder, Intermittent Explosive Disorder, Separation Anxiety Disorder and many more.
Not to mention those with disabilities – cerebral palsy, epilepsy, low vision, hearing impaired, fragile-X syndrome... Plus the various ethnicities and cultures. Why not? Everyone was acknowledged and celebrated.
Finally, at the tail end of this litany of new descriptors and folk to care about, along came trans. Hitchhiking in on the identity reveal parade as if it was just another sexuality, another way of being.
Except this time it was a lie. A monstrous sick lie and the victims are children. Also women, but the children grieve me most. If you’re looking for a new victim on which to shower your abundant empathy, try the faux trans children.
Reality is coming. As sure as night follows day, it’s coming. Reality cannot be denied. Reality cannot be tricked. Reality is unforgiving. You can’t become the opposite sex any more than you can wish yourself into becoming an elf or a wood sprite or the Queen of Tonga.
Honestly? I’m looking forward to it. Can’t freaking wait. The truth is I’m exhausted by the repeated call to endlessly empathise, to care about this or that minority group, race, beleaguered folk. Aren’t you? I’d like a break. I’d like not to give a good goddamn for a while and for people to take care of their own shit.
Also I’m rather fond of reality. I can’t live in a world where I have to pretend that up is down, black is white and men are women. The entire fabricated gender thought crime is an assault on truth. Truth matters. Facts matter. Sex matters.
Funny that Trump should be the harbinger of this new reality, that it is his election that will act as the corrective to the madness of the empathy whores. Because it is Trump, I guess that’s just another reason to kid yourselves into thinking you’re on the right side. Reputational damage is a compelling reason to go with the crowd. Understandable. I haven’t loved being called a Nazi-adjacent, MAGA-loving bigot.
But that’s the thing – there are the charmer Ted Bundys who walk among us and then there are the devilish Trumps, who surprise us.
Jump Emily. Go ahead and jump.
This article was originally published on the author’s Substack.
