Today in “cancel culture doesn’t exist”
Citing the recent staff struggle session in which the editor of the Toronto National Post apologized for printing an opinion piece by Rex Murphy, his fellow columnist Barbara Kay has left the newspaper.
Noting that journalism is under greater threat than ever before in the supposed homelands of democracy, Kay’s last column is a review of neuroscientist Debra Soh’s forthcoming book The End of Gender: Debunking the Myths about Sex and Identity.
In a farewell at the Post Millennial, Kay says that newspapers have “outsourced editorial direction to a vocal internal minority that systematically weaponizes social media to destroy internal workplace hierarchies, and which presents its demands in Manichean terms.”
“In outward respects, Soh is exactly the kind of writer whom progressives have lionized in recent years,” Kay writes.
[A] young woman of colour … who opines courageously about issues of sex and identity. Like me, she also happens to believe in concepts such as biology, sexual dimorphism, evidence-based clinical treatments, and the importance of peer-reviewed science. In a normal world, it wouldn’t matter that these concepts run afoul of ideological movements that venerate the revealed truths communicated by inwardly experienced sensations of gender.
While indicating that she may return if sanity prevails in the newsroom, Kay’s final choice of topic makes it clear that gender totalitarians are at the front of her mind as she departs.
Soh, whose work is controversial even among the gender critical, has become a pariah to the pronoun police through her unyielding focus on the pseudoscience of gender politics.
As Kay notes in her review, Soh reserves special scorn for the notion that everyone has a special, unique, quasi-religious “gender identity” just waiting to be discovered.
“By nonbinary activists’ definition, everyone on planet earth is gender nonbinary,” Soh says. The result is that merely gender-nonconforming children — effeminate boys, the great majority of whom would realize they were gay after puberty, and “butch” girls who would become lesbians — are encouraged in childhood to gravitate towards some form of trans self-identification instead of being allowed to grow into their biology-accepting, authentic sexuality. “I’m constantly amazed,” Soh writes in dismay, “at the number of gay men who will publicly defend childhood transitioning when the movement is leading to the extermination of gay children.”
Five years after the Obergefell decision made marriage equality the law of the land in the United States, it is indeed amazing to see the self-evident conversion of gay and lesbian children being cheered on by many of the very same activists.
Gender clinicians and parents now regularly medicalize children who are too young to form complete sentences, pushing them down a path of chemical castration and irreversible surgeries. The most famous example would be Jazz Jennings, a boy who has been mutilated with experimental surgeries to spare his parents the pain of having an effeminate gay son.
Yet this distressing trend is somehow nowhere near as controversial as Debra Soh and Barbara Kay and Abigail Shrier and JK Rowling’s choice to write about it, and that perfectly sums up the reality of cancel culture.