Originally a comment by Artymorty on Any regrets?
To the extent that there is a causal pathway from “GC” to “MAGA”, it’s making people like Linehan so angry about the excesses of gender ideology that they no longer care who their bedfellows are
That’s an interesting point. Bedfellows is a lovely, poetic word for compatriots. I think there’s a deep-down, evolved need in most of us to situate ourselves within a tribe — within a safe, comfortable, familiar community of like-minded individuals, who have each others’ backs when we’re feeling besieged by a common enemy. In fact, that feels close to perhaps the biggest insight I’ve ever felt in my whole life: my whopping Eureka! moment. After several years working, writing, podcasting, grinding, ruminating — FULMINATING! — against genderwoo, trying to make sense of something so mystifying, I feel like I’m circling towards a kind of Grand Theory of Everyting That’s Wrong With the World, or an answer to the universal question, Why Does Irrationality Persist All the Time Within our Big Dumb Species? And it involves tribalism and that feeling of comfort that some people crave so much more deeply than others…
I mean, you could very well argue I was scratching at this itch long before gender became the focus of my attention: it was a fascination with religiosity in a broad, philosophical sense that initially captivated me and hooked me on critical-thinking blogs like B&W. I’m sure that’s the same with many other B&W regulars: we came here before gender; we came here because critical thinking.
Given the Jesus-based homophobia and misogyny faced by me and my single-parent feminist mother in my formative years, there’s no mystery where my interests in atheism, rationalism, and women’s rights came from. And that eventually led to a Centre For Inquiry membership, and then a particular fascination with the bizarre little demimonde of Scientology (as an observer, not a member, of course!). The Scientologists are so extreme, and so uniform in their extremity — and some of them seem otherwise so rational when you get them talking about subjects other than the cult… it’s like a perfect little petri dish for testing ideas about cult-think. They’re little rats in a maze, and the poor fools don’t even know it.
The disparate strands of my various fascinations only started really coming together and converging on the trans phenomenon after I divorced my ex and took a job at a gay bar in middle age. Before that stabilizing relationship, I was a ragamuffin gay-village street kid. It was afterwards, coming back to the subculture I’d grown up in, and seeing how culty it had become while I was away for a decade — while I spent a decade as a couch-bound, middle-class, 9-to-5 normie — that I started making shocking connections between the Southern Baptist evangelical family that had left me behind, the kooky Scientologists I prodded at online, and my immediate, real-world circle of friends and colleagues.
Up until then, I genuinely thought that us hip, sophisticated, arty (!), cosmopolitan folk were above such tribal irrationality.
But it turns out the Big City and its urbane ways is just another tribe, just another cultural comfort blanket, with rules, rituals, a pecking order, and everything else that tribal membership entails. The big-city tribe’s ideas and core values are generally more cerebral — I mean that literally, as in they’re ideas that rely on the processing fuctions that the prefrontal cerebral cortex handles, which is to say, they’re thinky and refined, compared to Red State-world’s aggressively unthinky and gut-level, knee-jerk values.
But the problem with humans is that more cerebral doesn’t mean more true. Sometimes knee-jerk feelings aren’t dumb: sometimes they point us to tried-and-true common sense. And sometimes deep thoughts aren’t smart: sometimes they lead us to overthinking: we see mirages because of overanalysis and neurosis. (Doesn’t trans fit that description so well?)
Humans occupy the material world — as real as rocks, as concrete as concrete; rawly physical — as well as the abstract, brainy web of ideas shared between us, in that invisible mesh network that connects our cerebral cortexes together into shared cultural domains. These virtual domains of shared experience and values — these tribal frameworks for our collective existence — feel just as real as the actual material world to people. It takes tremendous amounts of critical self-evaluation to parse the difference between the actual material world and the abstract, intellectual one.
But they’re both still real in the sense that they’re equally influential to the core of the human experience. We live simultaneously in both worlds, and our core instincts don’t distinguish between them, no matter how hard our highfalutin grey matter tries to say otherwise.
And frankly, both worlds are “demon-haunted”, to borrow Carl Sagan’s phrase — and to mildly rebut it. Both worlds are candles in each others’ darks. That’s the mess of the trans movement: it’s an atypical example of the demons haunting the sophisticated grey matter instead of the primitive amygdala. It’s an example of gut instinct being right and so-called “higher thought” being wrong: sex IS deeply ingrained, instinctually understood, readily observed, and it fucking matters to everyone, and we’re not demons for not trying to “think our way out of” the existence of sex.
But I digress. Back to Graham and the path from GC to MAGA, or MAGA-adjacent. Bedfellows.
This is all humans trying to make sense of our lives, and to find stability and comfort. It’s that all the way down. We need tribes to feel safe. Some of us more than others. When the heat gets hot, people’s deep, low-down, instinctual priorities change. It’s not a great mystery to me why it happens anymore. Just like it’s not a great mystery to me anymore why people become Scientologists. I marvelled and scratched at that question for years, but now I kinda get it. It’s my Eureka, that I mentioned earlier. I can finally see — and grasp — what’s up.
Graham and I have no doubt diverged in our political affiliations and worldviews, but that doesn’t even a little bit change my respect and admiration for Graham.
I see my friend as someone who’s looked at his personal need for tribal affinity and safety and taken actions that make him feel safest in that regard — away from the “progressives” who’ve ruthlessly attacked him. In fact, I can see how I must look utterly bizarre to some of my GC colleagues: the fact that I still identify as a liberal even though virtually all lefties have thoroughly rejected me, cancelled me, attacked me, and all but left me for dead! Am I some kind of self-hating masochist to still associate with lefties/progressives/liberals (whatever you want to call them)? That’s not an unreasonable question, at all. There are two kinds of people who emerge when faced with such a dilemma: my kind and Graham’s kind. We’re still two of a kind — erstwhile or ostensible liberals in crisis — but we’re different kinds, and this is how: Most people subconsciously associate their political positions with finding the best way to meet their personal needs and to feed their personal instincts. That’s Graham’s life path — and it’s perfectly human. Other people (such as me) associate our political positions with external ideas, and we separate ourselves and our needs from them completely. One path says, if this political worldview isn’t working for me, I should change paths. These people internalize the problem. Other people (my kind) externalize the problem: it can’t be me; it must be the system malfunctioning.
The irony is, both these worldviews have their merits. In fact, in a stable, normal world, in Graham’s worldview, it starts out with humility: the kernel of it says that *he himself* must have got something wrong, and it builds from there. That’s respectable!
This is all just a roundabout, elaborate way of showing you that if you break down the lefty position, right down to its framework, you can build it right back up to a sympathetic framework that has opposite conclusions.
MAGA and TWAW really are tremendously alike. And that’s a valuable thing to understand: it offers the possibility of hope and reconciliation.
xoxoxo