... where will you be? Can you reliably predict your social life? What kind of friends you'll have? What will happen in your career?
How about if you will be a woman or a man?
I've blogged in the past about my friend who is a young woman who has decided she is a man. Transitioning is an expensive process. An insurance company that agrees to the procedure is committing to a lifetime of hormone therapy. Not many will make that decision. Planned Parenthood, vultures that they are, will give you hormone therapy without a prescription, provided you pay them. Anything for a buck, no matter who is ruined or killed in the process.
In any case, my friend has now been approved for hormone therapy. Testosterone is poisonous to women. It sterilizes them and changes their voices permanently right near the beginning of the treatment. Change your mind after a year, but keep the infertility and whacked-out voice for all time. Yay!
Where are you 15 years after you start the process? What's life like as a short, chestless eunuch with an odd voice and a peach fuzz beard? Do you get invited to a lot of parties? What's the club scene for such creatures?
Most importantly, when today's mania fades, do you still have celebrity credentials?
It's like watching a Greek tragedy unfold right in front of you. Or maybe it's more like one of those nightmares where you can see every painful thing that is about to happen, but you can't speak to warn anyone.
Yep, that's compassion.