There are two kinds of people in the world. There are people who think there are two kinds of people in the world, and people who suspect there might be even more. The first kind of people really like to make sure there are sides, and that they are opposing sides, and they all have their uniforms on so everyone knows who to shoot at.

I’m in the unarmed, more-than-two-kinds crowd. My life experience informs me that there’s almost no end to the kinds of people who exist, and that requires me to develop curiosity and tolerance, and at this point the distinctions I like to make are between people who are trying to shoot me or my friends, and the people who aren’t.

This all applies even to something as supposedly cut-and-dried as the difference between men and women. A lot of people want to insist—nay, even legislate—that we all choose a team and put on our uniforms, and a fat subset of those people also believe the teams are always at war, and deserters from either team who choose to slink into the woods should be rounded up and shot. Basically.

Democrats have been publicly challenged to define what a woman is and then mocked if they appear to waffle. As an old waffler from way back, I consider myself fortunate that we now have some prominent figures who are happy to set us all straight, as it were, on issues of biology.

Doug Wilson, for instance, is the pastor of a Christian Nationalist church in Idaho and believes, among other things, that women should not be allowed to vote. And he helpfully defines the demographic thus: “Women are the kind of people that people come out of.” Well. Seems a leetle reductive to me, but fundamentally he’s not wrong. Women often are that kind of people. I’m not; I’m the one who just tore off my uniform and slank into the woods.

And it stands to reason that roughly half of the people that come out of women are the kind of people that more people might eventually come out of, and the other half are real people. Real people with hopes and dreams and dicks and votes. Our Secretary of War prefers those kind of people. Our Secretary of War likes to play with action figures of people like that, and smack them into each other and say POW! POW POW KA-POW! Only he gets to use real people. KA-POW!

Seems to me that people like our Christian Nationalist pastor and his pet Secretary of War and the rest of the moronarchy are the kind of people who came out of people who didn’t love them or care for them properly, and as a result they feel compelled to divide the world into teams they can shoot at or have dominion over. They need to define stompable people and then start stomping, just to feel alive.

The ones who are making it their life’s mission to make sure transgendered people have to slink off to the woods to pee? I suspect they might be the kind of people who really enjoy looking at naked pictures of the kind of people who came out of people eight years ago.