The Outsider: Fruity beers and societal fears
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | April 12, 2018|
Looking back, it all started with the raspberry-flavoured beer.
I wouldn’t normally drink raspberry-flavoured beer, no way, but it came unnoticed as part of a variety pack and now it was the only one left, so what was a man supposed to do?
Now, many of my buddies would say, no normal man would ever drink raspberry-flavoured beer, never mind admit to it in public but that would be my buddies imposing their stereotypical views upon me while not considering that I may not have been feeling what they perceive to be normal, nor identifying with my evolutionary assigned gender of male that night. And that’s just plain rude, isn’t it?
It seems that in today’s society calling someone ‘normal’ is offensive because it supposes that other folks who don’t fit that particular stereotype are abnormal, meaning peculiar, strange, deviant even. And now, these groups of people, who just happen to be different from me, from my idea of what is the norm, are standing up and saying, “hey you can’t say that, we have a right to be here and to live our lives, too.”
And you know what I say to that, “sure you do.” I don’t mind whether you are a guy who likes guys, a girl who like girls, or if you’re a guy that wants to be a girl or vice versa. If that’s your thing then you go for it my friend, take your pick, make your choice, drink the raspberry-flavoured beer, if you will, but do me one favour, don’t come to me and tell me that you have decided not to make that choice, not to pick a gender.
Don’t tell me that you’re gender non-specific because when it all comes down to it, I am a stereotypical middle-aged white guy who likes girls and I cannot get my head around the fact that someone can choose not to be either a boy or a girl.
How can we not be of one gender or another? How do you come to the ideal of not feeling that you can associate with either? The evidence has been borne out biologically for millennia, be you a believer in evolution or creation! I rant somewhat but I guess it’s that raspberry beer getting to me because I was mocking called
‘cisgender’ for bringing up these points at the party and I backed off because I didn’t know what it meant. It seems it’s a word that the kids are throwing around as an insult but it simply means that I ascribe to the gender that corresponds with my birth sex. What the hell’s wrong with that?
Damn, I must be getting old and grumpy but you’re not putting me out to my gender specific pasture just yet.
Look, I’m cool with Terry wanting to be called Teri, and I’ll be amazed by his bravery if he goes the whole hog and has the surgery, too. Same for girls who want to be boys but please just pick a side, nail your colours to the mast, be it male or female and let’s all get on with life. Don’t dither in the middle being non-gender-specific, it’s not a thing and it gets boring old ‘cis-normal’ folks like me in a tizzy just thinking about it.
But back to the raspberry-flavoured beer. Yes they laughed at me, someone even said “ooo, Will, we’d never have guessed!” but it was all in fun and I defended my right to be a middle-aged white man who drinks
raspberry-flavoured beer. And they accepted me for my choices. And the beer tasted vile but I drank it anyway just so they couldn’t say, “told you so!”
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