In examining the transgender community and their various antics, I have found that despite the obvious gender bending behavior and appearance, they are much like many other groups/communities prone to all of the same flaws of the human condition the rest of us suffer from. This shouldn’t come as a surprise, humans after all are incurably human and will, despite anomalies and outliers, hold to the human condition.
Given this, I’ve often times felt the need to defend the trans community from feminist attack. As I’ve written about here extensively, there is a particular subset of feminist of the trans-exclusionary variety that seems to understand how deep the pockets of the feminist/female victimhood cash-cow go, and how tightly those pockets are sewn into the fabric of our gynocentric society. They are not particularly keen on sharing that cash cow with anyone, especially male to female transgender folks.
But, again… Trans-people are simply people, and as such there will be an inevitable portion of them that also wish to capitalize on the victimization capital surrounding the transgender movement. In times of persecution, whether that persecution is legitimate or simple perceived as such, there will always be victimhood hucksters, people who think that the world owes them something simply for their self imposed dreary state of existence.
It is without further ado then, that I introduce to you, the “trans-victimhood tyrant” and as you will see, they are just as entitled as all of the various subcultures/groups in the human species that wave their nose in the air sniffing for the delicious, self loathing sent of victimhood capital. An article titled Until I was a man, I had no idea how good men had it at work begins our descent into varying levels of woe is me;
Testosterone made my voice low. Really low. So low that I am almost impossible to hear in a loud bar or a cacophonous meeting, unless I speak at a ragged near-shout. But when I do talk, people don’t just listen: they lean in. They keep their eyes focused on my mouth, or down at their hands, as if to rid themselves of any distraction beyond my powerful words.
Pretty remarkable for someone who spent 30 years being tolerated (at best) or shunned (at worst) in work environments. Before testosterone, my beardless, androgynous body was troubling, unprofessional. At a corporate job, I was once asked explicitly to not meet with important clients, as the very sight of me might “send the wrong message.”
I was regularly interrupted. At meetings, my voice didn’t prompt people to pause and listen. I never hard-balled a salary negotiation, either. And I wasn’t ever hired, as I was two years ago, for my “potential.”
All this is despite the fact that I have only worked in progressive environments, places where I have heard men reflect on internalized sexism and where women occupy prominent leadership roles.
Ahh SJW’s, welcome to the world you’ve created. A world where you’ve so poisoned the western work environment that it is becoming a workplace skill to navigate your delicate sensibilities. Men, not having a comparable reality shielding luxury at their disposal, have learned to say the right things, pay lip service to the right societally ordained perpetual sufferers and then, when the bottom line is under scrutiny… when who is a valuable asset to the company or not is being decided, they still go on to reward the productive. This is the position men have been put in, and even still, the author will find a way to jump the mental gymnastics that tell her that a deeper voice is somehow going to change the world around her because she is now part of the secret penis power boys club that does not actually exist.
Therein lies the danger, says Dr. Caroline Simard, senior director of research at Stanford’s Clayman Institute for Gender research. Her team studies implicit bias, “errors in decision making” that result in the thousands of subtle behaviors perpetuated unquestioningly by almost everyone, of every gender, in the workplace. “Even when we think we can evaluate rationally,” Dr. Simard says, “bias leads us to errors in judgment.”
The sheer reach of implicit bias is troubling, and can even end up baked into our best business practices—like the advice managers get to trust their “gut” when deciding an employee’s potential (instead of applying predetermined criteria or assessing performance data).
I’m willing to play the devils advocate here, let’s say that it is in fact correct that as a result of taking hormones, the resulting deeper voice and masculine appearance she has transitioned into has allowed her/him to garner more respect from her coworkers and has translated to more professional and personal success.
What does this person want done about this? I try to be as respectful as possible of a persons word view, but for simplicity’s sake, I will drop whatever pro-nouns this person wishes to be addressed by and simply ask what does she wish to happen?
Should we look at shorter men as perpetual victims as well because on average, taller men get promoted more often? because society seems to have assumed that they should, well, be adults about it and get over it? we cant have that for members of the coddled victimhood class, their ilk has ensured that men can not be counted amongst them…ever, for any reason. The article continues;
The first time I spoke up in a meeting in my newly low, quiet voice and noticed that sudden, focused attention, I was so uncomfortable that I found myself unable to finish my sentence. I was in Boston, working with a crew of rowdy journalists, in a body that was sprouting hair and muscle and looked, for once, familiarly male to everyone I encountered. It was the most alien I had ever felt.
But the room stayed quiet along with me. It was the order of things: everyone in the room waited, men and women alike, for me to open my mouth.
Though I have freelanced my entire adult life, I began my career in media at 30, as a copy editor at the Boston Phoenix. Within a year, I was an editor, and within three, I was the managing editor of the millennial news outlet, Mic. Five years since I took that lowly copy editing gig, I’m the director of growth and an editor here at Quartz, where I received a promotion before the end of my first year.
That achievement came partly because I figured out my path during that time, like many people in their thirties. I also work hard, and I’m confident that I’m good at my job.
Wait…what? So hard work and being competent and proficient pays off regardless of whatever hormones you’re injecting into your body? you don’t say.
But I also believe that some of my recent success has got to be linked to the way I am treated as a man. Every day, I am rewarded for behavior that I did not previously exhibit, such as standing up for my ideals, pushing back, being fluent in complex power dynamics, and strategically—and visibly—taking credit. When I prove myself, just once, it tends to stick.
“We assign more credibility and expertise to men,” Dr. Simard says. And by we she means all of us. Harvard researchers designed a test to gauge your personal inclination toward bias, but spoiler alert, you’ll likely do as well as I did.
The problem is so pervasive, it shows up in even the most mundane management endeavor: the performance review. Dr. Simard co-authored a paper in the Harvard Business Review on analysis performed by her and her colleague at Stanford, Shelley Correll, into 200 reviews within the same large technology company. Women were more likely than men (57% to 43%) to receive what the researchers termed “vague praise”—feedback not tied to any actual business outcome (“You had a great year”). Men were more likely to receive praise connected to their actual contribution to the company.
Moreover, feedback for women focused intensely on communication styles, particularly the critique that the employee was “too aggressive.” The researchers found that 76% of references to being “too aggressive” was found in the women’s reviews, which left only 24% in the men’s.
I wonder if it ever dawned on our friend here, that the assumption that testosterone is some kind of super elixir that allows men to fly up the ladder of success unimpeded by the pesky emotional miasma of all things estrogen is creating a separate set of assumptions that harm men… you know, the kind that aren’t towering over the rest of the world in their corner offices slouching their, on average, six foot frames into their sleek office chairs? what message does it send to the 5’6 low wage blue collar dude?
Well, who the hell cares?, this individual is only interested in one aspect of the properties of testosterone, the one that tells tales of romanticized CEO’s and fighter pilots kicking ass and taking names. Not the part that assumes you should be conscripted whenever it’s time to go to war, not the kind that assumes you should just use all of that awesome testero-badassness to kick prostate cancers ass with much less funding/help from society.
The author pays some lip service to this when he says;
People expect more from me
Being competitive and ambitious predates my transition by at least 20 years. I won a Read-a-thon in the sixth grade by plowing through 600 books in a single summer. I was raised by a single mom who taught me to fight for recognition, and then leverage that recognition to prove my worth. She was a physicist who worked for Ted Kennedy right out of grad school, and then was one of the initial women in a leadership role at General Electric. She had a lot of “potential,” and she definitely didn’t count on anyone noticing it without her help.
It’s amazing what believing in someone can do. My sense since my transition is that people want to believe the best of me. I like to think I have justified this belief. I am asked for my opinion near-daily internally and externally, on matters far beyond the realm of my actual job. All of this positive feedback has helped me to become my best, most productive, most creative, most innovative self.
I also have an antenna for the interruptions, the things nearly said, the young person not getting the credit she’s due. I am part of the problem—I know I must be—but I have a policy of asking all those who report to me for their thoughts in every meeting, to try to make room for the quieter among them. Dr. Simard recommends this, and generally “paying attention to the way in which you make decisions.”
“We cannot teach people to police their thoughts,” she says. “What we can do is minimize bias happening.”
But then throws it all out of the window with more victimhood hogwash.
I make more money
Once, after my transition, I nervously prepared to ask for a raise. I spoke to several people in similar roles who made significantly more than I did, and I had a stellar list of measurable accomplishments that exceeded my goals. My friend, a woman who had recently come back from maternity leave to her senior-level role and successful negotiated more pay and a four-day work week, gave me the standard advice: To approach my boss rationally and unemotionally, root my ask in my accomplishments, and not feel guilty for asking for what I’m worth. That last one is what got me. I was worried about my boss feeling bamboozled by the ask.
“I think this is your female socialization,” my friend observed wisely.
I think she was right. Repeated studies have found that there is a social cost for women who negotiate pay raises that doesn’t exist for men. (After all that, I walked into the meeting, ready to hardball, and my boss offered me a raise along the lines of what I’d wanted.)
Some researchers believe that hormone therapy activates dormant genes present in you all along, revealing a kind of twin of yourself. I like to think that we all have a male or female version of ourselves, tied up in our genetic make-up. I remember that every time I lobby for a raise on behalf of one of my employees who may not believe she deserves it, or point out the accomplishments of a female colleague that may have gone unnoticed.
In the end this is what it is gentleman, I try not to get to angry at this kind of stuff, victimhood is a commodity for those who know how to wield it, the oppression olympics is proof of this. It’s just another day In the cosmic joke humanity seems to insist on playing on itself.