The movement, the infighting

At least a few times a year, a huge brawl erupts between the people who are publicly fighting gender ideology and/or woke culture. It’s tiring. I tend to just scroll on past.

If someone from the outside happens to be looking in, they’re going to think we are a bunch of egotistical mental cases with no ability to regulate our emotions. In other words: we aren’t doing ourselves any favours by acting like petulant children.

Last week, my years-long trial with the BC College of Nurses and Midwives finally concluded (though I am waiting for a verdict, which could take months or even a year to come down). I can’t describe the elation I felt to have left this part of my life behind me. To know that what was originally a four-day hearing, but turned into a 23-day hearing, with new dates—months apart—being added as we went along, was OVER. It felt amazing.

Unfortunately this was quickly overshadowed by an onslaught of people from our side of this debate going into attack mode. “She’s a racist; she’s a liar; she’s a spoiled brat…”

I’m not naming anyone. I just imploring all of us to grow the fuck up.

And, if you’re an observer to any future episodes of butthurt, jealousy-driven personal attacks, or public purity tests—not against me, I mean against anyone—consider ignoring it and walking on by. Don’t give oxygen to these people.

We want more women and men to take a stand against what’s happening to women and children. Many of us implore others to get involved. We need more voices. Who would be willing to risk it all to speak out against the harms of gender ideology knowing how many of our prominent public figures treat one another? Only a masochist would.

There’s room for everyone. Unfortunately the water isn’t warm—it’s boiling hot and suffused with cluster B personality disorders.

Let’s fix that.

xo

Amy