In 2006, my department was asked to sponsor Trans-Generation not financially but emotionally by offering our approval of the film. One of our level-headed faculty members noted that sponsoring a film that endorsed genital mutilation would make us look bad in the community. One feminist’s bigoted and stereotypical reply claimed that the community was comprised of nothing but people with “pot bellies” who drive “pickup trucks.”
In other words, we have now “progressed” to a point in academia where those who advocate “chosen” genital mutilation deem themselves to be morally superior to the people who oppose it. And, remember, those people are not just fat rednecks. They’re also mentally ill.
I wrote this column to state publicly that I do not endorse the film Trans-Generation. I simply will not take advantage of the mentally ill in order to establish my own sense of moral superiority. And I certainly won’t do it in the name of tolerance and diversity.
If any member of the Gender Mutiny Collective is offended by this column I invite you to come and monitor my classroom. I also invite you to kiss my ass.
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