When Wokery Meets Reality

"I thought my boyfriend of 10 years was going to propose – then he told me he was trans"

Phoebe McDowell had always considered herself an LGBTQ+ ally. Then her boyfriend of 10 years told her that he wanted to become a woman.

So there you go. That’s what 10 years of nagging will do!

Anyway, she broke up with him.

She’s probably racist as well.

All of which just goes to show that life comes at you fast when your LBGTQ+ activism suddenly clashes with reality.

As Phoebe tells the story in The Guardian, her boyfriend of a decade disclosed to her one night:

“I have gender identity issues. I just … don’t identify with being male.”

Now remember, Phoebe had always considered herself an LGBTQ+ ally. So her boyfriend probably thought he was in a safe space. After all, the future isn’t binary, you know.

Not so much.

Phoebe writes:

“I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was already sure, cold and emphatic: this was done. We were done.”

Okay, transphobe!

Wow. Just wow. What happened to all the inclusion?

If you’re an LBGTQ+ ally, why should it matter that he’s trans?

“I thought my boyfriend of 10 years was going to propose. Then he tells me he’s trans!”

Not once does it occur to Phoebe that this could have been her boyfriend’s creative way of avoiding marriage. Amazing.

But I digress.

Phoebe’s boyfriend was shocked that she immediately broke-off the 10 year courtship.

“But why?” he implored.

Exactly my thoughts buddy. I mean, love is love, right? And trans rights are human rights and all that! And she’s an ally!

“Because I can’t be … I don’t want to be with a woman.” It was surprising to me how obvious this fact was.

So Phoebe doesn’t want to be with a trans woman, and Phoebe doesn’t want to be a lesbian. Phoebe is the worst LGBTQ+ ally.

Worst EVER!

Phoebe was all rainbows and unicorns and glitter parades, but when it affected her, she was unhappy. Welcome to reality Phoebe.

Phoebe calls on her sister who asks what’s wrong. Phoebe struggles to get the words out …

“He … He … thinks he might be … He thinks he might be trans.”

Some LBGTQ+ ally Phoebe’s proving to be.

Her boyfriend has only been a woman for five minutes and already Phoebe is misgendering her. She misgenders the boyfriend five times in 12 words. That’s some kind of bigot hater neanderthal Christian extremist record right there.

“I sat in silence, numb, watching the rain blur the brake lights in front of me while she (Phoebe’s sister) continued to sob – for me, for him, and I guess for the future brother-in-law she’d just lost.”

Hang on. Why are you crying? Where did all the ‘be your authentic self’ stuff go? Shouldn’t your boyfriend bring her whole self to the relationship? Isn’t your boyfriend stunning and brave and courageous?

Phoebe books a date with a therapist to unpack all this confusion. Good move.

She describes the therapist as …

“A large woman with a kind face whose accent I couldn’t decipher.”

Whatever you think of Phoebe, she is no ally of fat people. Or immigrants. The therapist’s kind face disappeared when she read her description in The Guardian.

Anyway, having fat shamed the therapist, Phoebe begins to share …

“He was so sympathetic when I was on my period,” I yelped. “He would practically sprint to the shop to buy me ibuprofen or tampons. Is that because he wished he was having periods?”

Yeah, you might be overthinking things Phebes.

Having gotten that existential question off her chest, Phoebe leaves therapy (perhaps to buy tampons) and determines to make the relationship work “in a way that I suspect any self-respecting liberal would do”.

Gotta stick to the narrative!

And she gives it a red hot crack.

“This is 2022! Love is love, and if Harry Styles says it’s OK then it’s O-fucking-K!”

Yep. She’s definitely a liberal. Taking on life with a three word slogan, a celebrity endorsement and a big ‘f-you’ to the world. Liberals have run with less than that to legalise same sex marriage, abortion, euthanasia, open borders and cannabis.

But wait. Not so fast.

When boyfriend starts using makeup and skipping down to the nail salon for a pedicure, Phoebe is crushed.

She cannot celebrate “the erosion of the person I loved” by which I’m sure she meant her brave, courageous and stunning boyfriend becoming their authentic self.

Phoebe writes that she had once …

“Shared infographics on trans rights, and toasted the cause at Pride”.

Good LBGTQ+ ally.

But now she admits …

“I was mad.”

Bad LBGTQ+ ally.

A case of trans-mania for thee, but not so much for me.

Like I said, life comes at you fast when ideology shakes hands with reality.

The story ends well though.

Phoebe falls in love with someone who isn’t trapped in the wrong body, and her ex is apparently happy enough as a woman.

Phoebe also had “a magic mushroom trip” that “helped a lot”.

Probably the best way to understand a Woke crash.