On Thursday I picked up Gail Collins book: When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 to the Present
I am about 80 pages into it and I am constantly going yes I remember. I was born in 1947 and came of age in 1965 so I entered adulthood at the same time as the anti-war movement, the birth of second wave feminism and the gay and lesbian liberation movements.
From about 1960 onward my parents knew of my transsexualism. Our lives were like a Tennessee Williams or Edward Albee drama as they came to see that my being a teen queen transkid was not something I was going to grow out of. It speaks highly of my parents working class liberal values that they did not throw me to the wolves by kicking me out and instead let me finish school. Even encouraging me along with the yelling.
My mother read Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique as soon as it came out in paperback. When she finished it she handed it to me and said, “You really think you want to be a woman. You had better read this and learn what it really means to be a woman, maybe you will change your mind.”
It didn’t change my mind but it prepared me for the reality sandwich I had to eat when I came out in 1969. The glow lasted perhaps a few days and then the analysis set in and I was on the path to becoming a full blown feminist as the alternative was unacceptable.
I can start fights among people with either transsexualism or transgenderism simply by mentioning the phrase “male privilege”. Oh the denial and gnashing of teeth and the wailing claims of never having had male privilege, when simply not being made in to a little princess and being raised to be the subject and not the object is male privilege.
Buy the book. Read it. It is a Red Pill that helps you to see reality in a world where mass media fills our heads with bullshit aimed at selling us oppressive gender roles along with the cheap crap from China.