Excellent article! As long as we've had a dictionary, the definition of woman was; Adult Human female. That changed in 2020 when it became an open category that anyone can participate in. Anything, everything but nothing in particular. A theory, a "cluster concept" an internalized feeling. Based on the current Neuvo definition; I'd have to agree that trans women are women. An abstract theory/concept, but that's not what I am. I remain an Adult Human Female. My needs have stayed the same. My neighbor said today that she couldn't post someting on Nextdoor because she used the word, "homeless" to describe a person. She changed it to, "houseless" and they allowed her to post it. Different word, same meaning The same nonsense applies to this topic. I AM not a linguistic, free flowing term that changes with the whims of men. I have agency to declare what I am, and what I am not. My biorhythms are still connected to the cycles of the moon, and the flow of the tides. When I live/work with women, our cycles sync's up. When I hear my baby cry, I lactate. I am not an abstract identity, but a biological reality. A reality that has shaped the course of human history. I have nothing in common with trans women, and everything in common with females.
Excellent article! As long as we've had a dictionary, the definition of woman was; Adult Human female. That changed in 2020 when it became an open category that anyone can participate in. Anything, everything but nothing in particular. A theory, a "cluster concept" an internalized feeling. Based on the current Neuvo definition; I'd have to agree that trans women are women. An abstract theory/concept, but that's not what I am. I remain an Adult Human Female. My needs have stayed the same. My neighbor said today that she couldn't post someting on Nextdoor because she used the word, "homeless" to describe a person. She changed it to, "houseless" and they allowed her to post it. Different word, same meaning The same nonsense applies to this topic. I AM not a linguistic, free flowing term that changes with the whims of men. I have agency to declare what I am, and what I am not. My biorhythms are still connected to the cycles of the moon, and the flow of the tides. When I live/work with women, our cycles sync's up. When I hear my baby cry, I lactate. I am not an abstract identity, but a biological reality. A reality that has shaped the course of human history. I have nothing in common with trans women, and everything in common with females.
great piece! in the first photo caption I think you mean to say “*disparate* set of symptoms” — although desperate may well apply ;-)
Typo: "Transgender is an incohate term" - should be inchoate.
Really insightful analysis, describing the constantly morphing blob that is transgenderism: thank you!