I love living in Santa Cruz, the PC capital of the Western world. I love knowing that racism here is not just wrong, but wicked, that the city is a Nuclear Free Zone, and that so long as you don’e2’80’99t frighten the horses (the Humane Society is active here) you can get away with pretty much anything.
But that doesn’e2’80’99t mean there aren’e2’80’99t problems. Take sexual orientation, for example. Our town wholeheartedly participates in the state’e2’80’99s law that prohibits discrimination based on what equipment one was born with. (This stems from the requirement that anyone undergoing the process of gender reassignment with an eye to surgery is required to fully live as the chosen gender for a given period of time–a year? two years??–in order to weed out the casual experimenters, and if you have that requirement, you have to reshape the laws to permit it to happen: no fair living as a woman 24 hours a day, except when you need to pee.) In other words, only you can decide what sex you are. Everyone around you may see a male, but if you feel you ARE a female, you have the right to use the female toilets.
Okay, toilets have stalls, and after all, in most of Europe they’e2’80’99re coed anyway, and the population somehow survives.
But then you get to the city pool, where I learned to swim half a century ago, and the budget hasn’e2’80’99t gone up much since then. An apparent male who is undergoing gender reassignment, yet is still saddled with male genitalia, is permitted to make use of the women’e2’80’99s changing room.
However, the women’e2’80’99s changing room is also used by elderly senior citizens and teenagers, two segments of the population unamused by being stared at by males. Even when said male declares herself a woman.
So the various swim and exercise teachers meet to discuss the conundrum of how to keep everyone happy without breaking the law. And of course, any such group discussion of the problem has also to include the question of how being seen by said female/male is different from being seen by a male/male, and ventures into the possibility that said female/male is actually a lesbian, and how that would differ from being in the changing room with a female lesbian, at which point the young men in the group speculate about being stared at by male gays and how that differs’e2’80’a6
Welcome to life, friends.