Gender Identity
Boy meets girl. Or boy meets boy. Or girl meets girl. In Anne F. Garréta's novel, gender is beside the point.
“How beautiful and freeing and basic it is to be allowed to be one's self.”
WHAT'S HAPPENING
Androgynous, confident characters like Ruby Rose's Stella Carlin have appeal that transcends labels.
The bottom line is this: If the media covers someone who comes out as intersex, it is its responsibility to educate itself about what that means. In Chandler's case, although some outlets did cover the term correctly, the majority failed. This is deplorable. Why? Because it just reinforces stereotypes.
Listener bias results in most people thinking that women are hogging the floor when men are actually dominating.
Am I lacking a sense of humor? Too politically correct? Maybe. But the feminist in me never fails to be offended.
It would be nice, for once, if actual transgender people were given a platform to actually say that we exist, on our own terms. It would be refreshing if there was an acknowledgment that fixing the problems we face is going to take more than pride and proclaiming that we exist.
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus... or are they? Are the differences between boys and girls really that great? Or is our biological determinism more of a self-fulfilled prophecy?