Sucks to be him

The appropriately named Jim Goad gives us this amusing but all too true overview of ‘male bonding at an all female college’ in Taki’s Magazine: “A group of biologically female good ol’ boys gathers every week at Oakland’s girls-only Mills College to discuss how oppressed they feel by gender-specific pronouns.

These dudes call the group Mouthing Off!, and every week’s session begins with the boys going around in a circle and solemnly declaring which personal pronoun the other guys in the room should use should they be so bold as to refer to them in the third person.

Down to every last man, participants identify as “genderqueer”—meaning they are made supremely uncomfortable when someone refers to him as “she” or “her,” even when the recipient of the unwanted personal pronoun technically looks like a female, sounds like a female, has a female’s name, attends a school that permits entrance only to females, and is waddling around in a body that any simple DNA test would conclude is 100% biologically female. Or if they are especially sensitive and still are uncomfortable or even pained by the term “genderqueer,” he may choose an alternative such as agender, gender-fluid, bi-gender, or third gender.

A 19-year-old named Skylar Crownover is the president of Mouthing Off!, and because Skylar wants to be addressed as “he,” I will make an exception and refer to her as a chick until I receive DNA evidence that she’s a male. Otherwise, we’re talking about a bunch of dudebros—and judging from the pictures I’ve seen, these are all dudebros. Not a homie in the bunch, if you catch my drift.

When they aren’t ready to claw one another’s eyes out over semantic quibbles, many such wealthy and privileged white males in the genderqueer “community” prefer to be referred to with the third-person and gender-neutral “they.” Others want you to call them “ze” or “sie.” Others are even more maladjusted and insist you use even more fanciful pronouns. Some guy who calls himself “s. e. smith” wants to be referred to as “ou.” (Although as far as I can tell he is not a member of Mouthing Off!, he and the group are obviously brothers in arms.)

Sweden is in the midst of shoving the previously gender-specific terms han (him) and hon (her) into the same big genderless henhouse.

I’d wager that if offered government jobs or government aid, all of these blokes would immediately become women again. They sure didn’t mind using their vaginas to get into their all-girls’ college.

Mel Goodwin is the youth program director at the gay and lesbian community center in Las Vegas—no comment, I’ll just let that hang out there all by itself for a second—and he claimed “they” as his own personal pronoun four years ago. In other words, he doesn’t want you to refer to him as “him.” Sucks to be him.

Mel says that despite the absolutely natural urge to mock and scorn and roll one’s eyes at all this nonsense, our language is finally struggling to keep up with reality rather than what appears to be the case, which is that a tiny nest of chirping misfit parakeets is trying to force the language—and all the guys and gals who speak it—to conform to their fantasy role-playing:

“This is not about young people in the US over the last 20 years kind of coming out of the woodwork and making up labels that aren’t real. This is a real variation among humans, period.”

Whenever anyone ends a sentence with “case closed,” “end of discussion,” “period,” or any of their equivalents, it always signals to me a fundamental close-mindedness, a deep insecurity in their position’s infallibility. But maybe Mel was on his period when he said this.

Let’s at least pretend this is a free country, and therefore I see nothing wrong with a bunch of confused Daughters of the Moon demanding you refer to them with all manner of wacky and laughable nonexistent personal pronouns. They should be absolutely free to do that, just as I should be free to call these guys what it appears to me that they are: women trapped in women’s bodies who wish they were men and hate being women because they would suddenly be required to show some basic concern for their physical appearance.

Until I am convinced otherwise, I will counter their infantile and entitled demands with every bronoun in the book. You have your preferences, and I have mine. You prefer to be taken seriously, and I prefer not to oblige. Tell me what you want me to call you, and I’ll call you what I want to call you. Since I’ll be the one referring to you in the third person, I’ll be the one who chooses the personal pronouns. And if you don’t like it, well, then, we don’t have to hang out—not that such a thing was ever likely in the first place. What could be fairer than that? Man up and stop acting like such pussies!

As the culture devolves, the language curiously keeps “evolving.” But this truth I hold to be self-evident: When we wind up killing one another for food, no one’s going to care about gender-nonspecific personal pronouns. Case closed. End of discussion. Period.” (http://takimag.com/article/male_bonding_at_an_all_female_college_jim_goad/page_2#axzz2mLofFPXH)

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