I remember a story a few years ago about a couple, husband and wife. They were accepted without much comment in their neighbourhood, and they were furious—because, you see, “he” was actually a woman and “she” was actually a man. When there was no fanfare, they let everyone know that there was supposed to be comment, celebration, and awe.…
I remember a story a few years ago about a couple, husband and wife. They were accepted without much comment in their neighbourhood, and they were furious—because, you see, “he” was actually a woman and “she” was actually a man. When there was no fanfare, they let everyone know that there was supposed to be comment, celebration, and awe. As Judith Butler posited, it’s all about performance. When they “performed” so well that they were just a mainstream couple, the limelight was missing, poor dears.
I remember a story a few years ago about a couple, husband and wife. They were accepted without much comment in their neighbourhood, and they were furious—because, you see, “he” was actually a woman and “she” was actually a man. When there was no fanfare, they let everyone know that there was supposed to be comment, celebration, and awe. As Judith Butler posited, it’s all about performance. When they “performed” so well that they were just a mainstream couple, the limelight was missing, poor dears.