Gender policing’s teachable moments
By now, I’m sure all y’all have seen the video of a Colorado Girl Scout complaining that your Thin Mint dollars are being spent on including transgender girls in the organization. Sprinkled throughout last week’s Facebook timeline were sighs of relief, for our cookie addictions can now be reclassified as Important Political Statements. I love when things come together like that!
What a cutie. I wonder what chromosomes ze has? Normally I wouldn’t ask, but it seems everyone’s talking about what’s under those green skirts. Used to be we just cared about the cookies, not the genitalia.
On a related note, my post on the conundrum of feminist mental health garnered this comment, with some unexpected advice:
the only thing helpful i have to offer is this: the more i move into separatism, the more i do whatever it takes to have less and less to do with men and male-identified women, the happier i become. and the easier it is to be happy and at peace. just personal experience, but it makes a lot of political sense too.
As an aghast Mr. Beinstock said to Daphne and Josephine in Some Like it Hot (watch the clip here): “I BEG your pardon, miss!”
Occasional bouts of misandrist rage, I understand. Patriarchy can turn any woman, whether cis- or trans-, into a lunatic. But separatism? Isn’t that what we’re fighting with our cookie purchases?
Admittedly, I always feel prickly whenever it is suggested that heterosexual feminists like me are Doing It Wrong. Personal rebuff aside, it implies that Rick Santorum is correct in his belief that sexuality is a choice, which leads us all into a bullshit-filled rabbit hole. And I defy any radical separatist to come to my house to have a crack at the difficult daily work of raising a feminist son. I might even go out on a limb and suggest that it’s the most important work of our movement–that is, if I were the sort of person prone to the kind of “nyah nyah, my feminism is better than yours” that I try to avoid.
Really, I do.
You know who’s an unequivocally GREAT feminist, though? That boy of mine. He could out-feminist a wannabe like Sarah Palin in a heartbeat. And with his gorgeous hazel eyes, he’d look amazing in a green and white uniform. Say, why does it have to be Girl Scouts, anyway? Isn’t it time we had Kid Scouts, open to anyone interested in hustling Thin Mints for merit badges? (please don’t talk about Boy Scouts, that haven for god-fearing pedos who lack the patience to join the priesthood.) Is there some way we could convince Kate Bornstein and Chaz Bono to spearhead a movement that untethers Scouting from gender entirely?
And for once, can we let cookies be cookies and kids be kids, regardless of flavor?