Flaming hot and pickled onion
Having dashed off a post the other day on the Radfem 2012 issue in which I blithely asserted that it “seems pretty black and white to me”, I feel bound to update. I’ve read more about it since then – for instance, last night, while pinned to the bed by a sleeping toddler after a long session of teething misery – and feel as if I now have a somewhat better grasp of the nuances of the whole thing. Still only the proverbial “little knowledge”; just maybe slightly less dangerously little than before.
This links page provided by the Resist Radfem 2012 blog is useful, and I’ve been especially glad to discover Transactivist’s blog via its recommendation. This post, and the comments below it by people who bothered to express their opposing views in a civil fashion, added much to my understanding. I have also found the discussion here pretty interesting. Coming from the opposite point of view, there’s this piece from SGM, someone whose posts on Mumsnet have frequently struck me as thoughtful and balanced. I am glad to have read it, although we have very different views on all this; I do agree with her that the use of hateful and threatening language in lieu of discussion (from people on either side, I’d add) is pretty horrifying and gets nobody anywhere.
For now anyway, I remain baffled by what seem to me to be contradictions and odd leaps of logic in the trans-exclusionary position. Nothing that I’ve read has served to overturn my initial instinctive feeling that the urge to exclude trans women from women-only spaces, whatever you think it springs from, is misguided and not reasonable. Even if the language of outright hatred and attack were to be abandoned by both “sides”, I’m not sure I can see how the conflict might be resolved; there is a sense of it being a stalemate because the disagreement is centered on such a fundamental point, that of whether trans women are actually women at all. So many of the arguments seem to be built up from one of two separate poles of opinion about this and therefore they don’t interlock and little seems to be achieved.
Last night, lying in bed with the vaguely seasick feeling that comes from reading too many polemical blog posts on a small handheld device in the dark, I tweeted a dull observation about how the different points of view were all swishing around my brain in a not-very-restful way. Someone immediately tweeted back, “Flaming hot or pickled onion?” I looked at this blankly for a bit and was on the point of replying “I don’t understand what you mean” when it struck me: this person is a wit. He is equating the range of opinion on Radfem 2012, and the strong and varied tones in which different bloggers express their positions, to flavours, fiery or sour, as a kind of jokey response. Brilliant! So I replied, “Both”.
Turned out he wasn’t, at all. He was replying to someone else’s tweet about Monster Munch, and had hit the wrong bit of TweetDeck. Nevertheless, the subsequent clarification of what we were both on about led him to mention the Two Ronnies’ “Mastermind” sketch, which, as it succeeded in cheering me up, is probably as good a note as any on which to end:











