Well, it may finally be time to send for the guys with the white coats to wrap me up and cart me off.
It used to be, in the old days, that the biggest decision new parents had to make was the name of their baby. The one thing they didn't have to decide was the kid's sex — that decision had been made for them, all they have to do is take a peek. That would be that.
Well, not any more, at least not in New York City.
You see, under a proposed Board of Health rule, "people born in the city would be able to change the documented sex on their birth certificates." They would need only to provide "affidavits from a doctor and a mental health professional laying out why their patients should be considered members of the opposite sex." They would also have to promise that "their proposed change would be permanent."
The proposed rule isn't aimed at people who have had "sex - change surgery." They are already permitted to do this. Instead, it's directed at people who "had lived in their adopted gender for at least two years . . . "
Read those words carefully: adopted and especially gender, instead of sex. It is a big hint that there's some major postmodern mischief at work here. "Sex" is what scientists call "binary": You either have an XX (that is, female) or an XY (that is, male) chromosome.
But if nature can't be twisted and shaped to suit our ideological predilections, words, especially in the hands of postmodern vandals, can be. If the goal is to separate "anatomy from what it means to be a man or a woman," then the use of the word gender is a must.
You see, "transgender" activists can get away with saying that gender is just "socially constructed" and more than "the sum of one's physical parts" because gender is a word that most people don't regularly use.
Substituting an obscure word, in this case, gender, for the more common one, sex, is intended to confuse and obscure. It's the kind of verbal tactic George Orwell, in "Politics and the English Language," compared to a cuttlefish squirting ink to confuse its predators.
Of course, what makes this squirting necessary is the denial of the obvious: "Living as a woman," whatever that means, no more makes you a woman than hiding a pot of gold makes you a leprechaun.
These verbal parlor games may wow them in the faculty lounge, but nature is unimpressed. They remind me of the hoax perpetrated by physicist Alan Sokal. He submitted a paper to a leading postmodern journal filled with postmodern gibberish like "physical ‘reality’ . . . is at bottom a social and linguistic construct."