Trans Girls & Techno-Utopia
Please take six minutes and watch this Prager U presentation by Abigail Shrier on Prager U, explaining the core thesis of her controversial bestseller Irreversible Damage: The Transgender Craze Seducing Our Daughters:
This might be the most important six minutes of your day. I’m serious. Last night, a Massachusetts friend told me that he had been helping a homeschooling Catholic family whose teenage daughter announced that she is trans. How did the mind virus get to her? Through the smartphone her parents gave her so she could stay in touch with them on trips with her sports team.
If you have more time, listen to Shrier’s 90-minute podcast interview with Jordan Peterson. I know all this information already, because I’ve been following her, but it never fails to shock. It’s like a science fiction movie. To be clear, Shrier says she is not anti-trans; she says she has no problem at all with adults who have transitioned after making an informed choice. It’s the way the trans phenomenon expresses itself among adolescent and teenage girls that concerns her. She said it has every indication of being a social phenomenon propelled by teen and adolescent female psychology (the same thing that causes rashes of cutting, anorexia, and other self-harm among girls that age), and that it is encouraged by activists, media, and the medical industry. The damage that these kids do to their bodies is, well, irreversible. It is beyond crazy that we allow children and minors to make these permanent life-altering decisions. Shrier points out that in Oregon, the medical age of consent is 15. That means your daughter can have her breasts removed and get on testosterone without your consent, even though she cannot legally buy a wine cooler.
Peterson tries to burrow down to the core philosophical concept behind the trans phenomenon, and trans activism. I was driving when I heard this discussion, so I can’t remember whether this is what Shrier and Peterson said, or my own opinion. I think it is all about the satanic false promise in the Garden of Eden ye shall be as gods. We want to be self-created. We want to make the natural world capitulate to our wills. We not only want it to, we demand that it do so. We think this will make us happy. It never has, though; it’s contrary to our nature. We will be in for a great re-learning, but not for some time yet.
You will not hear this perspective in our media. You need to hear it, though, especially if you have daughters. You really do. I heard today from two different well-informed friends involved in their (conservative) churches, who are trying to head off their churches surrendering to Ibram X. Kendi Thought, and who get nothing but blank stares and shrugs when they try to wake their fellow congregants up. Nobody wants to hear it. Everybody wants to go along, pretending everything is going to be okay, because woke craziness can’t happen to them.
I often feel like I’m beating a dead horse here, but then I’ll realize how relatively few people understand what is being done to this country by bad actors who hold the cultural and institutional high ground, so I keep on.
Yesterday I heard a great podcast by Jonathan Pageau, who interviewed Neil DeGraide, half of the pop duo Dirt Poor Robins. They break down four songs from the DPR concept album Deadhorse, which is about a world in which humanity has freed itself from all natural limits, but made itself miserable, and a stranger to itself. The subject of transgenderism doesn’t come up, but it’s hard not to think about it when DeGraide discusses how technology has abstracted us from each other and from the natural world, such that we think that achieving a state of frictionless pleasure is not only possible, but our sovereign right. The Dirt Poor Robins have this gorgeous, terrifying song, “No Land Beyond,” about the cost of losing a sense of transcendence, and losing the ability to read patterns in the natural world that connect us to reality. I love these lines:
If you don’t know
Why the bell tolls
You’ll only hear the chimes
If you don’t know of
The language spoken
You’ll only hear the rhymes
More powerful lines:
My kingdom come
My will be done
All trials shunned
I must be loved by everyone
I know if I wasn’t so terrified
I might see the light
Not as a flame or end of life
For us there was no land
No land beyond the edges of our outstretched hands
Can we beggars understand
More than our appetite demands?
Below is the video for the whole song (and this is a link to the entire Deadhorse concept album in one long YouTube video). These poor girls of whom Abigail Shrier speaks and writes are victims of a dystopian world of unreality. Their bodies and their lives are collateral damage of our techno-utopian hubris.