I have a theory – I won’t bore you with the details – according to which I am Napoleon Bonaparte. And since I have no recollection of having abdicated, that makes me the Emperor of France.
Why am I not being treated as such? Because, apparently, how I think of myself seems not to be incumbent upon how other people think of me. This has been a great disappointment for me. I’ve sent letters of protest, both to this Macron fellow in Paris and to my own Member of Parliament in Ottawa. Silence has been the stern reply.
And yet some people who want to be recognised for who and what they think they are have been more successful. If I think of myself as a woman, apparently I will be both regarded as such and treated as such. I don’t resent her success. In fact I congratulate her. But here’s my problem:
I wasn’t born the Emperor of France. I had to compete for the position. Being a woman isn’t a competitive position. But being the winner of the women’s triathlon is. So the difference between (what you no doubt regard as) my delusion, and the person claiming to be trans, is that the acceptance of her claim negatively affects other people, namely those who now have to compete against her in the women’s triathlon. To share a shower room with her. To share a women’s shelter with her. If convicted of a criminal offence to share a prison cell with her. To exempt her from the military draft.
That, it seems to me, makes her being a woman very different from my being Napoleon Bonaparte. I’m no longer competing with the English and Germans and Austrians and Russians for domination of the European continent. But she’s competing in the women’s triathlon.
As I say, I wish her God’s speed. Now if only my enemies, back in the day, had been so kind to me!