One of the news sites I look at each day is realclearpolitics.com. They often have dueling headlines on a topic from the Left and the Right. Today featured the New York Times article “My New Vagina Won’t Make Me Happy” by someone now called Andrea Long Chu, and an article by the American Conservative called “Andrea Long Chu’s Fake Vagina” by Rod Dreher. The New York Times article is liberally quoted in the Dreher article so if like me you don’t traffic on the New York Times, at least you’ll know what Dreher is referencing. I read Dreher’s article and honestly, I’m still shaking my head. The level of masochism and self-delusion necessary to allow anyone to get involved in the surgical and medical madness described in the article is stunning. I’ve felt that reporting on the unhealthy practices occurring on the Left is important to warn people (especially the young) of the dangers lurking nearby these troubled groups. And I still feel that way. The fact that there are physicians and social workers who advocate to allow these dangerous practices and medical procedures to be performed on young people is alarming and should be highlighted as further proof that our society is now a menace to our children and not to be trusted.
But it’s too much. I can’t stomach the nausea of even thinking about these things at this time of the year.
I’m off from work for a few days this week and I’ve been visiting with family during this holiday weekend. And even writing on this nightmarish article is too depressing to consider. So, adios Andrea Long Chu and all his pseudo-gynecological considerations. Unless there is an eruption on the Mueller front or the Mexican Caravan manages to reach southern New England, I propose to address the positive aspects of the news. And if there are absolutely no positive news items (which is quite possible) I’ll concentrate my time on cultural concerns that are of a positive nature. Probably this will entail music, book and movie reviews that I think will bring a pleasant moment to the readers. I have some macrophotography files I’ve been working on. I’d prefer to subject my readers to the terrors of magnified beetles and moths and thorny plants than dwell on these other horror stories for the next few days. I’ll regale you with my delusional theories for restoring pulp science fiction to its rightful primacy on book shelves (or at least the first page of the browser search results). I’ll tout my obscure non-commercial choices for country music. And when I run out of real subjects to bloviate on, I’ll fabricate a story involving my alt-reality President Trump and his equally fictitious minions as they face off against zombie civil servants, undead Clinton opponents and the truly nefarious forces of the main stream media. In other words, I’ll do all the things I usually do except with 30% less outrage.
Meeting with family, especially the grandsons was extremely enjoyable, almost inspirational. We played cards, talked about what they wanted for Christmas, ate grilled cheese sandwiches and burgers, watched some old movies together and talked about artificial intelligence. So, for the next few days, I’ll try to stay on the lighter side of things. Please bear with me. I promise to try and be extra specially outraged by Saturday.