Cody Tubman, a cross-dressing ((Some people are calling him transgender… whatever that means.)) boy in Middleborough High School in Massachussetts, was recently voted “prom queen” at his school’s annual year-ending pageant of teenage awkwardness. Though it may very well have been the case that he really was the only queen at his school, I view this decision as an injustice. Forget, if you can for a moment, the absurd moral debasement here. That part of this charade can hardly surprise us at this point. For this article, I am interested in this “crowning” as a symptom of egalitarianism and its attending celebration of mediocrity.
Unless Middleborough is home to the ugliest most unwinsome girls in all the universe and for all time, there is no way Mr. Prom Queen got that crown legitimately. I’ve seen pictures and heard interviews, and he is like, a very like, homely girl. He did not deserve to win. What the idiots at his high school have done to him is frankly dishonest and patronizing. It would be better for Cody if his parents and teachers and peers told him the truth: “You are a boy, not a girl, and you need to learn how to be the best boy you can be. You’re in high school now. It’s well beyond time to stop playing dress up.”
But they can’t do that. They don’t want to be called insensitive. They patted themselves on the back when they sent Cody Tubman out in the emperor’s new gender, and now we’re all supposed to praise Cody’s courage and feminine charm or we’re “intolerant” (which is worse than being a fool apparently). Well, sorry. But I don’t play that mess. I’m sure Cody is the least qualified, least feminine prom queen in the history of Middleborough, and I don’t understand why it’s helpful to him to say otherwise.
Do you think the other girls at that high school who weren’t chosen feel bad? Before you answer too hastily, they probably do not. They would if they felt like they had lost a competition to him. But I’m sure they recognize that the choice was a political or social statement, which means that it didn’t need to conform to the standards of reality. At all. It is precisely because Cody could not compete as a girl that the other girls don’t feel bad. They look down on him, in other words. They do not see him as an equal. If they viewed him as a real peer, they would all be just as catty and unsupportive toward him as they were to the last prom queen… you know, the one who had the looks and charm to steal their boyfriends. Political correctness is so nauseating.
There are truths parents and guardians used to understand, and they didn’t try to hide these truths from children. Things like: “The world doesn’t revolve around you… If you pity yourself, you’ll be the only one who does… There’s no such thing as a free lunch… Nothing good comes from idleness and wishful thinking… Not everyone can be king (or president… or queen)… Girls will be girls, and boys will be boys…” You know, good old salty wisdom. This wisdom is lost to our gritless and witless generation. Somewhere along the way, we failed to realize that Disney princess stories aren’t real. And aside from being morally degrading, telling a cross-dressing boy that he’s actually the most charming girl in school is just cruel.