You’re going to have to
Ohhhhhhhh no I’m not, sunshine. I’m not “going to have” to do anything to or about or with regard to you. I don’t know you, and I don’t recognize any obligation I have toward you just because you say so on Twitter.
no
He gets that because he’s non-binary he’s confusing to people, he says, but we are going to have to respect him. No we’re not. We’re free to ignore him.
You need to see my humanity, he says, you need to respect me and talk to me like a human being.
But I don’t. We don’t. Don’t nobody have to.
He could have argued that people should respect other people by default, in the minimal sense of not being rude or contemptuous for no reason. That would be banal but I wouldn’t dispute it. But instead of doing that he makes it all about him, with dramatic emphasis on the word “me.”
Gender politics is the politics of narcissism.
That’s not ever going to work out.
Do some of these men think lipstick is some kind of self-declaration of royal status? Nah, dudes, you show us no respect so you get no respect.
What exactly do “nonbinary” people believe themselves to be? They are still men or women, male or female, aren’t they? They can’t be “neither.” If they’re rejecting the stereotypical, sexist roles that society has historically tried to box men and women into, then bravo, they can knock themselves out. But am I nonbinary because I do not conform to many of the stereotypically masculine, sexist, gendered preferences and behaviours that patriarchal society expects men to adopt? I don’t drive. I don’t follow sports. I don’t drink beer. I do some cooking and housework (though still not half). I consider myself relatively gentle and sensitive (but that’s a judgement best left to those with whom I interact). Does that confer nonbinary status in the current usage? I’m guessing not. For that, I would have to put on a dress.
Jeffrey doesn’t want to smash the gender binary, he just wants to step a little bit outside of it. He doesn’t want to save anyone but himself. He only wants his own personal liberation. How can he be free if he has nothing to be free from? Jeffrey’s exciting, brave, and interesting non-binariness depends upon the rest of us poor bastards being stuck in the dull, cowardly, boring box he’s so cleverly escaped by putting on a bit of lippy and a pair of earrings; by becoming a tourist, visiting the other gendered box. Those of us relegated to binary prison are expected to center and celebrate his heroic eschewal of all we are too thick and stupid to avoid.
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The only thing I am glad to see about Jeffrey appearing again is that he seems to have a better choice of lipstick. He still can’t give up coral, I see. It washes you out Jeff, it’s just not a good colour on you.
“I’m aware that because I’m non-binary, I’m confusing to you.”
Ah, no, we aren’t the ones that are confused. You’re a man. A man that likes make-up, but still a man.
Also, notice the priorities he demands of other people. “You must see my humanity, you must respect me” – by which he means you must validate his self-declaration – “maybe later you’ll ‘get it’, but that’s the least important part.” Having a working model of sex and gender is an optional extra is the least important part. The mandatory, non-negotiable part which must come before understanding sex and gender is validating a dude’s self-view as a woman.
Added to the pile of unforced tells that this is built on narcissism.
Oh how about that classic “You must see my humanity. You must respect me and talk to me like a human being…” When was this ever disputed, you dishonest shit? Disputing the ontology of your claims is not a dispute of you being a human.
Have just had a good look at that screencap, and he looks a lot older than I’d have thought.
In a former age, I used to patronize an underground bar. It was owned by a very world-wise South African who seemed to be in a perpetually bad mood from having to deal with all the assholes. He had put up a sign that read “Respect is EARNED”. Meaning, of course: one doesn’t just get respect. One must prove one is worthy of it.
A lot of assholes got forcibly manhandled out of that bar after being forced to read and recite that phrase. While I sat at the end of the bar and snickered.
“Who is this Jeffery?” I thought, and played the clip. Ah yes, I remember. It’s just that I thought of him as Ol’ Crazy Eyes. Does he go around talking to people like that in the real world? Without getting punched?