First of all, let me say that I could care less what Bruce Jenner does to his body, that’s his business. I feel sorry for the man, he can’t help this, but he’s making his business our business.
We are constantly bombarded with celebrities and the media gushing about Caitlyn. It’s like the “cool” thing to do, talk about how wonderful this is and how beautiful “she” is. It’s not wonderful, it’s sad and tragic and it’s painful to watch. What about his children, they have to be horribly embarrassed by this public display of the new former dad, now mom? And his mother? Poor woman, to have all this played out in public, I can’t imagine.
He may feel like a woman, take hormones, enlarge his breasts, shave off his Adam’s apple, reconstruct his facial features, and eventually he will lop off his tallywacker, but he was born a man, he is just making himself into a synthetic woman. You just can’t change Mother Nature, folks.
He’s turned this personal journey into a public debacle. He plays to the audience, and why? For money? For misguided fame? It’s such a circus, and it’s so sad for the people who are close to him. Of course they support him, they love him, but how do you explain this to grandchildren, to older relatives who may not be so enlightened, and to future generations of his family to come. I hope the best for this man, but despite all the changes he is still a man. I wish he would quietly go about his life and live it like he chooses, of course that’s now impossible, but so much of this is his fault, he plays to the media.
He needs to go away, take a sabbatical, live in nature, pray to whomever he believes in and try to get his house in order. And if any good can come of this, I hope that young people who struggle with gender identity can have the courage to learn from this tragedy and live their true life from an early age, instead of waiting until they are in their mid-sixties, like he did, after he’s built a family, a reputation, a distinguished career, and have it all come tumbling down like a house of cards.
I gush about the grandkids, post strange, rambling erratic thoughts, embarrass my family and friends and often I sit in the sunshine, drink diet sweet tea and try my best to live in the moment every . single . day . Did I leave anything out? Hey, I'm old(er) now and wiser too. Now if I could just remember what I'm talking about and whom I'm talking to...