We have been a little lax of late, neglecting our Tootsies! Most of our readers will have noticed the massive differences in the photos above; 2009 baseball cap and wearing black to 2014 flower in hair and pastel pattern. Oh, some lippy! Apart from that, nosomuch.
Why we bein’ so meanie? Well, the recent tear-jerk article (and have plenty of kleenex at the ready, link to the crap below at GenderTrender):
On March 21, Vikki (she requested we use only her first name) proudly tweeted a pair of photos of herself for #BeforeAfterFriday. On the left, dated 2009, was a ruddy-cheeked, button-nosed dude sporting a newsboy cap, black T-shirt, and five o’clock shadow. On the right was present-day Vikki, resplendent in orchid eye shadow, blush, and lip gloss, her celadon eyes peering up from under an asymmetrical bob.
Compliments came pouring in. “I can only hope to achieve something similar,” one follower tweeted back.
The tone changed a few weeks later, when the same photos were posted to the Facebook page of the website Gender Identity Watch, run by radical lesbian feminists vehemently opposed to very concept of “transgender.” Almost immediately, Vikki’s Twitter timeline turned into a stream of haters attacking her appearance and repeatedly referring to her as a man.
Upon seeing the photos on Facebook, Vikki’s girlfriend frantically dialed and redialed her number, but Vikki wasn’t answering. “She actually thought that I’d tried to kill myself,” Vikki says.
Her girlfriend had reason to assume the worst: The suicide rate among transgender people hovers around 41 percent, according to a 2010 study. That’s nearly nine times the national average. The study specifically cites harassment as a major contributing factor.
The next few weeks were rough, to say the least. Vikki found herself unable to perform even the simplest tasks, like applying her makeup before going to work. “I found myself crying at my reflection,” she tells the Voice. “Every time I looked in the mirror, it amplified my dysphoria.” (“Gender dysphoria” is the clinical term for the conflict between a person’s birth gender and the gender with which he or she identifies.)
Harassment of the sort Vikki endured isn’t new or uncommon. For decades, certain radical feminists have viewed trans women as men demanding the spoils of womanhood without enduring the female experience, or worse, as fifth columnists intent on subverting the women’s movement.
Kudos for “spoils of womanhood”, in a note-to-self moment, I gotta get me some of that! The fact that these dudes sound more like plundering vikings doing raids on villages is neither here nor there! “Spoils of womanhood”!!! Get some now before it’s all gone!
And hey, we didn’t mention the five o’clock shadow, even though both pictures!!
All us women, enjoying the “spoils of womanhood” invest in cheap tacky flowers to wear in our hair, yay for us, we selfish FABs, keeping cheap tacky flowers as the “spoils of womanhood” all to ourselves! Shame, shame on us! Dudes want in! Forget the bathroom issue, there is the Tacky Hair Flower battleground to fight over!
Are the rape and beating threats all part of those “spoils of womanhood” they keep talking about? Here is some laydee chatter:
Of course, it was not hard to find the picture that set off the whole twagic tale of “Vikki”. Took like, ten seconds. Go to Twitter, search for hashtag #BeforeAfterFriday, and search through all three posts! (mwahah ETA, “Vikki” finally got around to deleting the tweet! LOL) The fact that “Vikki” decided to appropriate a hashtag created for home renovations, is neither here nor there. Maybe it was a case of getting himself some of that “spoils of home reno” (sorry dude, you misread that, was not ‘homo reno’).
And you might wanna look into some stage pancake make-up to cover that five o’clock shadow, the tacky hair flower ain’t cuttin’ it as a distraction. Just sayin’.