What we don’t like makes us special

Reading something that mentions “gender dysphoria” I come to a stop to think about the label for a sec (not, of course, for the first time). It strikes me all over again what an absurd concept it is. You could use it for anything. I don’t like very hot summer days; is that Hot Days Dysphoria? No, wait, Thermal Dysphoria – so much more sciency and thus convincing.

I don’t like mosquito bites, and neither does anyone else; are we all mosquito bite dysphoric?

I detest Trump; am I Trump dysphoric?

We could play this boring game all day and never come to the end.

We all dislike some things. It’s the human condition – it’s the animal condition. If you’re sentient, there are sensations you don’t like. There are things about ourselves we don’t like – we would like to be taller or wiser or stronger or you name it; is it “dysphoric” to have preferences of that kind? That’s all we’re talking about – liking this rather than that. Calling it “dysphoria” makes it sound technical but guess what: it isn’t. It’s just life as a sentient being.

Beware of pseudo-technical labeling, that’s my advice.

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