During a recent drive through California’s central coast, my husband and I stopped in a small town to refuel and buy some drinks. In the mini-mart, I discovered the spork, an amusingly shaped hybrid between a spoon and a fork.
I showed it to Jeff and said, “Look! Transgendered cutlery!” We laughed and ate our lunches with our sporks.
I shared my little joke on Facebook, along with a photo of a plastic fork; a plastic spoon; and, to the right of them both, the spork. I thought it was funny and I knew many of my Facebook friends would get a laugh. Many people immediately “liked” it, and a few added their own pointed observations, such as “If you like your old cutlery, you can keep your old cutlery.”
I also knew I’d get pushback by the mirthless and myopic members of the P.C. brigade. In less time than you can say “I’m feeling triggered,” they pounced.
“There’s nothing new about sporks, just as there’s nothing new about transgendered people, if you hadn’t noticed,” huffed one woman, perhaps from the safety of her Handmaiden’s cloak.
A man whom I have not seen or spoken to in more than fifteen years called me a bigot who surely hates transgendered people. My “intent wasn’t only to malign transgender people, it was to malign the fact that they have a voice in society,” he accused. While he was at it, he listed many other categories of minorities I had hurt or trivialized on Facebook over the years. Like a KGB agent, he had been watching me. And he kept a list.
h/t forcibly deranged.