“What now?” I asked, not really wanting to know.
“Score one for the individual,” he said, his lips pressed together in a smug slash.
Skids poked the newspaper in front of him, The Oregonian, and recounted how, according to the story, the TSA had been court-ordered to give back pay and a five-figure settlement for pain and suffering to a TSA worker, Ashley Yang, whom they had required to dress like a man, pat down male passengers and use the men’s restrooms. “Serves ’em right,” Skids pronounced.
“But isn’t Ashley Yang a man?”
“That’s a matter of opinion.”
“Actually, it’s a simple matter of body parts—“
“Don’t even go there. You know as well as I do that nature sometimes cruelly places women in mens’ bodies.”
“If I knew that, then I wasn’t aware of it.”
Skids bowed his head in frustration. “How can you be so insensitive? She lived as a woman. She took female hormones. It says here she was asked to hide who she was just in order to earn a living.”
“I know what you mean. I knew this guy who was involved with a white supremacist group. He went to work for a restaurant whose clientele was predominantly black. His boss told him not to discuss his political activities or to wear white-supremacist insignias on the job.”
“That’s not the same thing at all!” Skids howled. “Just think how uncomfortable the customers would’ve been if they’d known that about him.”
Skids said nothing for a moment. “You’re trying to confuse me.” He poked the paper again. “They made her pat down male passengers.”
“Didn’t they offer Ashley a position working with baggage as an alternative?”
“But she wanted to work with passengers.”
“They didn’t forbid it. They just said Ashley could only pat men down, not women.”
“But that would have made her uncomfortable.”
“What about the female passengers? I’m pretty sure getting patted down by someone who was (anatomically speaking) a man might create a bit of discomfort for them.”
“Well, they wouldn’t have to know about her anatomy.”
“But now we’re talking about hiding the fact of Ashley’s body parts. Isn’t that sort of like hiding who you are? I thought Ashley didn’t want to do that.”
“You’re impossible. I already told you, Ashley is a woman.”
“So you mentioned. I guess a person’s feelings about his gender are more relevant than the physical facts in determining his sex? I think we need to let everyone know that sonograms are actually inconclusive. You know something? I know a guy who’s on psychotropic medication who works as a convenience store clerk, but he thinks he’s a high-level CIA operative. I never knew he really was until now.”
“Now you’re just poking fun. You obviously don’t understand.”
Actually, Skids is partly right. I don’t understand how courts and judges and public officials can allow themselves to be bullied by PC cops. We’re talking about the TSA caving in to the crusade du jour and ponying up money. This is the Federal Government, after all, the same one that can conduct unconstitutional wiretapping without repercussions and seize private property under capricious interpretations of eminent domain, now genuflecting to gay rights groups.
There is something bigger than the Federal Government after all: Sexual Liberty.