According to Facebook, that iridescent, omnipresent gay rainbow
none of us seem to be able to escape these days (even on sports radio, the NFL Network, or NBC's Winter Olympics coverage) now
boasts more than fifty shades of ummm, different.
The social-networking behemoth’s 1.2 billion users can now
customize their profile “gender” to something more granular than the two
previous—and hopelessly old-fashioned and oppressive—options of “Male” and
“Female. No really. I'm not making this up. It really is Facebook's new policy. Check out this link to get the whole scoop. Who’d have thought that old standby option at other websites—“Prefer
Not To Say”—would one day sound refreshingly discreet rather than bratty and
petulant?
So, as of this week, Facebook users can choose from dozens of bizarre, comical, and even redundant
pet names for their own private "I-dunno," from the quaint—“Androgynous,”
“Intersex,” “Transsexual”—to the cutting edge: “Pangender,” “GenderQueer,”
“CisFemale.”
Today’s twisted narcissist who has everything (in a manner of
speaking—or should that be a “cismale-er” of speaking?) can even pick a word
that contains an asterisk, such as “Trans*Man.” Apparently, what looks like an annoying,
attention-getting flourish designed to set us “breeders’” teeth on edge—the
punctuation-mark equivalent of an aggressive lip piercing or an angry neck tattoo—is in fact a deadly
serious and very important life-signifier.
Seriously. Fact is stranger than fiction these days. Way, way stranger. And, scarier.
Seriously. Fact is stranger than fiction these days. Way, way stranger. And, scarier.
