“I am kind, you are not”
Yet another man telling feminist women how to feminism.
It is shocking. I used to like Robin Ince.
But, you know – it’s all about kindness. We’re not kind enough. It’s only men who know how to be kind.
Women are such bitches, such Karens, such terfs.
Motivated by love, understanding, hope, and kindness…unless you are a woman who believes men are not women.
I think that the “understanding” is actually missing. At least, I assume he means “comprehension.”
Emma, Joan and Crone… That’s one hell of a lineup. If any one of those three told me I was wrong, I’d be asking myself some difficult questions.
I liked Robin, too. My only familiarith with him is the podcast of the BBC show “The Infinite Monkey Cage.” I hope that Brain Cox doesn’t follow his lead now.
I also liked Billy Bragg, but, funny, now that I know what he thinks about women I find fault with his music. It’s not as good as it used to be. Do you think it has anythig to do with halo effect wearing off?
Brian Cox can’t possibly, he’s got Gia Milinovich in the house.
Brain, Brian. I bet he gets that often.
Since when should our rational conclusions concerning the empirical natural world be motivated by kindness? I feel as if I’m again dealing with well-meaning Christians trying to convince me that God exists by telling me how good God is and how comforted I will be and how satisfying having meaning and purpose wrapped up in an explanation can be … and now I’ll tell a heart-wrenching story of someone who would have killed themselves were it not for their faith in Christ’s love. Could you really look the suffering face of Grief in the eye and tell them there’s no God? Have you no heart? Reach out to Him in Love and He will answer … Believe.
It’s all, all beside the point. God doesn’t become real because I want it to, and transwomen aren’t women because I’m trying to be kind. Both propositions stand or fall on the nature of the evidence and the line of reasoning that ties it together — or doesn’t. How the bloody hell can people who would scorn to accept an incoherent, empty, and/or self-contradictory definition of God (maybe not Ince, here, but other people) blithely skip over the dog’s breakfast that is the jumbled up descriptions of gender, gender identity, man, woman, and sex and go straight to “awww … they just want to be their authentic self —- why can’t people just be loving, and accepting, and kiiiind? Believe.”
It seems to me there’s a rough kind of cruelty in this painful lack of care towards the truth, a selfish trust not in Kindness, but in your own kind instinct guiding you aright where other people, the bad ones, falter. We can be kind, too, towards women. Of course. But first we have to be kind enough to be respectful towards hard questions and how we approach them.
Try honesty. First.
It’s not beside the point if you buy into the idea that what trans people need above all is “validation” – in which case “kindness” (of that peculiar and incomplete kind) does indeed get a veto on truth. Which is one pressing reason not to buy into that stupid idea. Where does it end? If people start claiming to be planets, birds, gods, diseases, absolute monarchs, will people have to “validate” them out of “kindness”? Humans would swiftly become unable to say anything true at all.
Fortunately there are a lot of other reasons not to buy into that stupid idea. It’s not really kindness to encourage people to live out a delusion. It’s also not in any way kindness to order the world to “validate” your personal delusion or fantasy. It’s an offensively intrusive and exorbitant demand.
Why otherwise rational people can’t see this I will never understand.
Give them an Ince and they’ll take a….
‘….the older I get, the more I try to be motivated by love, understanding, hope and kindness.’ But do you succeed in doing this? For when this ‘love, understanding, hope and kindness’ seem to consist in trotting out complacent platitudes about how dreadfully nice a person you have become (or would like to be) in age, and wincingly wistful statements like ‘There are good people here’, one wonders what makes such ‘love, understanding, hope and kindness’ worth anything at all.
Robin Ince
Makes me wince.
I think that in age,
One should rage, rage, rage.