Mr Izzard’s right to feel like a woman takes precedence over real women’s right to live freely and privately. Female privacy, biological truth, even the sense of safety of girls – all now play a very distant second fiddle to the right of men to say ‘I’m a lady’ and to be treated as such. No, it’s that those social norms have been flagrantly, unforgivably sacrificed at the altar of gender identity. It isn’t that he has forgotten the old social rules, prime among them being male respect for female privacy. And yet even after that episode, even after his presence in a female bathroom made girls scream, still Izzard invades women’s spaces. They were reinforcing social boundaries and defending their right to privacy against a bloke dressed as a woman. I think Izzard expects us to sympathise with him against the girls, but of course the girls were entirely in the right. He ‘shouted’ at them, at which point they ‘screamed and ran off’. He decided to ‘confront’ his ‘teenage inquisitors’ (you couldn’t make this stuff up). The girls shouted at him: ‘Hey, mate! Hey, mister!… Why are you dressed as a woman?’ Good question. In his book, Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death and Jazz Chickens, he recalls the time he went into a ladies’ loo in which there were three teenage girls ‘smoking cigarettes’. Here’s the thing: Izzard does know that blokes like him are not welcome in women’s spaces. That he would get it in the neck from the women therein and his own mates for committing such a sexist moral error. That it would be a violation of women’s freedom of association to behave in such a bovine fashion. A bloke can be absolutely hammered in a pub and still know that he mustn’t set foot in the women’s bathroom. ![]() Did it cross his mind, if only fleetingly, that it was morally wrong for him to be there? That women engaged in feminine hygiene might not want a bloke hanging about? Somewhere deep in his male soul he must know it is a deeply anti-social transgression for a man to go into a female WC. It made me wonder what was going on in Izzard’s brain as he took a leak or applied more blusher or whatever he was doing in that women-only space. That pic of Izzard leaving the ladies’ made the obliteration of women’s privacy by the delusional dick-swingers of the 21st century feel all the more real. But to see such an intrusion? Captured in all its shamefulness in a grainy mobile-phone shot? It felt disturbing. What we used to call ‘indecent exposure’ but we now call ‘trans rights’. We all know that men who fantasise that they are women go into women’s bathrooms and changing rooms, pissing on the seat, freaking out young girls, and in some cases exposing their tumescent penises to unwitting women. ![]() A surreptitiously taken photo shows Izzard coming out of the ladies’ loo at Crookes Social Club in Sheffield, where he was speaking at a Labour fundraising event. Izzard has been making waves over the past week for two reasons: first, because he wants to be a Labour MP, and second because he goes into women’s bathrooms. The truth in this case being that Eddie’s a fella. In short, trans lunacy now has such a chokehold on society and its institutions that all someone like Mr Izzard has to do is click his fingers and say ‘I feel like a girl now’ and the great and good will fall at his feet and intone: ‘As you wish, Miss Izzard.’ And in such unhinged circumstances, it becomes more important than ever to tell the truth. ![]() It has become necessary to say this because Mr Izzard now goes by the pronouns she / her (now that’s misgendering), is widely referred to as female by the media, and has taken to using the women’s loo. If someone was to dig him up in a hundred years time and use his DNA to create a clone, guess what they’d end up with? Yep, not a she / her, not even a they / them (whatever that is), but a man.
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